A Sea of Stars

A Sea of Stars

For years, I have sought with my heart, soul and spirit.
I have traveled down many rough roads.
My searching has misled me many times.
I have stumbled upon many rocks.
Hurdles of my own making even obstruct me.

Finally, I peel away the layers of protection.
I have enclosed my soul and heart with many layers.
My spirit lays bare and exposed on the shore.
Waves of briny water pour into my wounds.
They burn me to my very fleshy soft core.

Oh, that I could build a massive sturdy vessel.
A ship that is strong, that leads me across the tempest-tossed sea.
Once again, my eyes gaze upon the star-studded sky.
I see the glory of the heavens; a sea of stars hovers above me.
I feel demented monsters from the dark deep claw at me.
The ship creaks and groans from the pressure from their assaults.

I descend to my cabin, seeking guidance from my charts.
The charts do not show the path I am following.
Once again, my eyes fall on the mirror.
The mirror that was clear is now smoky.
I stand in front of it, but again, it is silent.
No direction does it, show my reflection.
It only distorts back at me what I truly wish to see.
I know I should shout and curse at its silence.
However, it is only a reflection, and it is lost just like me.

Reviews

[B]

In change there is the removal of shields
We seem to be creatures of travel each day of our life
And it seldom means actual travel
as much as it is the soul that explores
within all the places we may be
and all the people we come across

like or not
we are all in travel mode every single day

[H.L. Cerveise]

I for sure agree to all you are saying. I am glad you liked it.

[manisha]

Nice poem the line glory from heaven seems magical to me. Its really good

[Zaliodir]

Do you ever wonder just what to look for out there on that sea of stars? I know I do. This is a very thought provoking poem that I have thouroughly enjoyed reading. It begs the question, what is the worth of a grain of sand making its way through an ocean? I love the idea in the last stanza that there is no map, but the one we make behind us. I am not sure I understand the symbolism in the mirror, but I will further enjoy mulling it over in my mind. Thank you for sharing this beautifully expressive poem.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for your thoughtful review. I tend sometimes to forget many of my poems stem from other writings. The part of the mirror may be further understood by reading my short work that was written before this, "The Mirror," I hope it closes the loop so to speak.

[Zaliodir]

Oh, thanks for letting me know, I am going to go read it right now.