THE SEA SEES ME
THE SEA SEES ME As I sit by the shore Waves come, waves go Like a rhythmic pulse They heave and convulse As a tangerine sun Completes a home run And begins its descent Looking tired and spent Into the calm embrace Of a slumbering sea That I see! A warmth engulfs Relaxing my pulse While the saline scent In the breeze present Leaves a hint on my lips As some cargo ships Hit the line of horizon In tandem with the sun Retiring for the day Painting everything grey Like a perfect screenplay! I sigh in wonderment At this diurnal event That I’ve seen so often Yet my eyes soften As I rise to my feet Dusting sand from my pleats And see faceless silhouettes Float past as vignettes A seagull follows My footprints hollow And a wave beckons! I stop and I see The cradling of the sea Tumultuous yet calm A sublime scenic balm Mirror to my soul Shattered, yet whole Almost say to me There’s no master key