If one compares the ocean's wave
to life upon the human stage,
minds conjure salt water sea
and know forever's meant to be
in blowing winds and moon pulled tides.
bridges to the world's divides.
These metaphors are thoughts aligned
that pay no heed to warning signs
that say life's many noxious ploys
are games to play, as water buoys
to ships that move along the ocean's core
all here today and gone once more
dashed upon some distant shore.
Absorbed in unconscious realms sustained
by clouds encased with thundrous rain
that bluster forth its moisture spent
upon the water's firmament.
And where will all our history go
to poet's rhyme and thoughts that show
we are more than just a wave?
Our lives are played and soon engraved
in song and verse abeit saved
in memory's graceful reverie.
unlike the ripples of the sea.