Friday, 27 January 2017

[Poem] Contemplation


Waves
Abundant
Buoyant
On a waterless sea


Floating on the breeze
Euphoric sometimes melancholic


A music
Born of the soul
Fathered by emotion

They swim and float
No ebbs
Only tides and more
Storms rage
And cool winds moan

From your eyes
And mine
I can barely taste
The spray
Carried by the wind
No oceans hold
Nor land
Only the air
The devout messenger
Deliverer
Unto devout hands

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