Sea of Life

Shadows filtered through shafts of light, The overwhelming emptiness of time abounds. And we meander through the clockwork tempest of our years, But the ghosts do not sleep; to remain forever haunted, By the laughter of the crisp dawn of a newborn day, The subtle and solemn ebb of a middays lull, And a solitary and lonely, but steadfast, crescent moon, Keeping silent vigil over a thriving blue planet far beyond the stars. As those of the living remain trapped within a vast and unending sea of eternal endearment, Those whom embrace the mystery that is life itself, to be and to become and to cease, Beneath the tolling of the mournful and solitary death knell that inevitably awaits us all, We that dwell amongst the undeniable majesties of the untamed and ancient universe. And as I ponder the ghosts of yesteryears gone awry, the faces of those, gone yet not forgotten, My weary but ever-questioning mind finds the solace of my yearning soul in the bosom of rising sun, And the inviting warmth in the glorious gift of a rebirthed, yet waning dawn of another newborn day.