Hope In Dark Waters

Self reflection

I walked to the sea
Gazed at its blackness
Feeling a kinship
Dark and void of color
Like the waters of my mind
Your waves crash against the shore
As my thoughts
They rise 
Then recede from whence they came
Leaving only echo’s of their approach
Foamy remnants in the sand
So be the creative thoughts
By a madman who stands at the sea
Adrift and alone
Grasping for the intellectual
Drowning from the inane

Hope be the moons glimmer
Doing a rhythmic water dance
Epiphany in a thought
There is
The ever constant ocean of ideas
Perhaps as the tide lifts
So will words for my wonder
Held immortal by the pen and quill
For we each hold life in our bodies
Tied to our reason and purpose
We do what we do and exist
The night sounds play a symphony
The old man hums along
What was lost will come
As does this oceans song


gkl2010

Author's Note

Cafe had my profile so messed up I could not access for 9 months. Excuse the absence