deepundergroundpoetry.com
when you were an ocean
You’re an ocean
vast and merciless
teeming with life
I stand before you
and know I am small
my life miniscule in its complexities
compared to the way
you caress foreign shores
I can only dream about
Like the sailors of old
I thought I could tame
the magic of your depths
and instead I found the way
you hold death in your hands
like sand slipping through my fingers
tiny particles clinging to my skin
like they’re holding on for life
I’m left with nothing more
than memories and stories
that crashed from your lips
onto the shores of my imagination
before I watched you ebb away
to inspire the fire behind other eyes
You’re an ocean
vast and merciless
teeming with life
and I reach out for your caress
knowing you could drown me
in your embrace
and in those moments
where I am weak and close to dying
I understand the madness of the sirens calls
my heart giving itself over
to the beauty of that death
I’ve never quite been able to pin down
love as elusive as the tides
that kiss my feet on a summer beach
rage in the storm
and let go of my hand
at the sight of the moon
© Indie Adams 2014
vast and merciless
teeming with life
I stand before you
and know I am small
my life miniscule in its complexities
compared to the way
you caress foreign shores
I can only dream about
Like the sailors of old
I thought I could tame
the magic of your depths
and instead I found the way
you hold death in your hands
like sand slipping through my fingers
tiny particles clinging to my skin
like they’re holding on for life
I’m left with nothing more
than memories and stories
that crashed from your lips
onto the shores of my imagination
before I watched you ebb away
to inspire the fire behind other eyes
You’re an ocean
vast and merciless
teeming with life
and I reach out for your caress
knowing you could drown me
in your embrace
and in those moments
where I am weak and close to dying
I understand the madness of the sirens calls
my heart giving itself over
to the beauty of that death
I’ve never quite been able to pin down
love as elusive as the tides
that kiss my feet on a summer beach
rage in the storm
and let go of my hand
at the sight of the moon
© Indie Adams 2014
Published 8th Dec 2014
| Edited 9th Dec 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 4
reads 977
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
8th Dec 2014 9:44pm
this is enchanting work, vast & deep as the ocean that mystifies & inspires...
8th Dec 2014 10:13pm
Thank you very much John for your lovely feeback :) I can definitely work with that.
whoa...ye nailed this one, kid
being 'there' nearly every day & watching it for hours, wading thru the riptide & being smacked by wave after wave, the feel of it's power is 'awesome' (in the original sense of 'awesome', not the trivialization we've made of the word). I love being able to immerse myself in it...(probably 'make my exit' via 'it' some day, some night...ha!)
1000's of images (by me) of sights seen at the edge of the world on my freekin FB page
being 'there' nearly every day & watching it for hours, wading thru the riptide & being smacked by wave after wave, the feel of it's power is 'awesome' (in the original sense of 'awesome', not the trivialization we've made of the word). I love being able to immerse myself in it...(probably 'make my exit' via 'it' some day, some night...ha!)
1000's of images (by me) of sights seen at the edge of the world on my freekin FB page
10th Dec 2014 2:35am
Thank you kindly Dan, I'm glad you feel this one. The ocean is a magnificent being.
