Waves

Swimming alone in an unknown sea
Waves of mystery wash over me.

A merciful undertow of forgetfulness flows
From the depths from the bottom drowning my woes.

The rythme of tides that flow from a lumious moon
Bless me and keep me and wash me up soon.

Let me once again stand upon white sacred shores
Where all wounds are healed and all still adored.

Run my feet in the sands of eternal bliss
Cool in the spray, a supernal mist.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Great poem of the sea shore; you know sometimes I have to come back to your readings to be able to appreciate them much more, methinks this is one ex. I love the shore, :) ----mishel