THE MYSTERY OF THE SEA c.1999
We are like the sea that stood against time, In order to bear the wailing sirens of those marching storms Bending and moving forward, Backward and forward again. Into the depth of midnight, The cries we cradle with a crackling lullaby Steadfastly in silence, in fear, To harbor the promise of a glorious dawn, A glorious morning. We are like the sea that carries the remains of a thousand rivers, Orphaned and without direction as they surged upon the boulders And navigating the tumultuous pathways That leads towards salvation. We succumb at times to the flames Like spirits rising towards the mighty heavens To overwhelm the skies into a gentle dimness That will give birth to a surging rainstorm That fills the hunger of the earth below. We are like the sea that lies unbending, Unmoved and unchanged, A hundred rains after and A hundred storms past. A poem from year 1999. From my collection of poems " The Wandering Soul ".