Tried my hand at something tonight, after rereading some things on the forum and elsewhere. Dealing with a lot of emotional stuff (baggage fits better) lately. Anyway, I'm calling it:
Waves
Rising and falling, by night or by day,
Soft sailing or smashing, the tides of the bay,
By Sun or Moon, your soft steady wind,
Riding a planet, lost, yet in time,
Lying on beaches, hearing your song,
Multitudes of ages, many have throng,
A symphony of timing, hearing your roars,
You mirror the heavens, dual archetypal doors,
Smashing the rocks or cooling the sands,
Continents arise in far foreign lands,
Beyond an eyes measure, awing and vast,
In depth or quite shallow, slow frozen or fast,
Washed away in gravitational cycles,
People approach coming from miles.
To bask in your aura, recoup from life’s trials,
Yet, you to have peril, from oil men smiles.
I look to the vastness, far past the waves,
I see history, with glimpses of slaves,
I realize, we to, are much the naives,
Our-Selves not controlled, “True emotion?” “Just shades. “
To get current with the current, current, is quite the task,
“Think I found it! Nope sorry, ‘twas just another mask,”
With courage, nay yet strength, I seek Destiny,
Reflect the heavens, going to harvest tranquility.
And that, like your beauty, depth and mystery,
I commit to pursuit of Truth in the Multiversal Sea.
I will proceed until I succeed, That is my calling, that is my deed,
And so I call to the Universe, rivers, oceans and seas,
Lend me your inertia, that I might change streams!