Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Ocean

I wonder if the ebb and flow
Of the Ocean's tides
Is how she sighs and lets go
Of grave secrets she hides

She knows of ancient lores of kings
She knows of broken hearts
And everyday her waters sing
Tales men cannot tell apart

And when I cried to her one day
I knew with me she'd cried
Her solemn wave rose to the bay
And fell gently by my side

Now when I pick up seashells
I often hear strange wails
Like forgotten, arcane spells
That unfold the Ocean's tales

8 comments:

Brosreview said...

Nice one! One of your good works!

BloggerMouth said...

Glad you think so :)

The Blue Periwinkle said...

nice :)

BloggerMouth said...

Thanks Blue :)

joaquin carvel said...

wow - this is beautiful - i can feel the ache of it - in the first and third stanzas especially. i think i'm going to have to go down to the beach tonight.

BloggerMouth said...

I wish I could... The veach is far and I have no car.

Bakemono Imo said...

Madam, why am I not on your blogroll? huh?

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

I happened to come here by chance. I read this piece and simply fell in love with it. Wow! The beach is indeed a place where a person can find solitude in the din! Beautiful.