Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide... Ah, the motion of the ocean. ‘Tis the source of my heart's longing, The place of my soul's belonging, With it's push and pull... Ebb and flow. As time and space go rambling on... At your shores, the same time and space Stand halted... Your maker and mine exalted... By your push and pull... Ebb and flow. At times I find myself longing, To become one with you, And your knowing of life's beginnings, Both old and new... And the days and years of all your learnings. To find myself wrapped up, In your fathomless embrace, In all the ways you have kissed me, With the currents of your passion… Your endless days, the mystical fashion, Of your push and pull... Ebb and flow. Yet how shall I fathom, Your unending endlessness? And how shall I counter, Your impartial fury? Most certain am I that it will bury, And erase, All that is and leave no trace, Of that which is and was to come. For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, And not wholly that, But that which he deems As wealth. Till you, left naked and raped, rise... To reprove us, to open our eyes. Only then do we see, T'was meant to be, That you, and I and we, Are made as one. And as to you, unto us is done. Thus to us is done for sure, Till blindly stumbling we find this cure: That those who shall possess you, Shall do in setting you free. And to them is your grace, To them is your passion, The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, Of your timeless, enduring mystery. To see my photopoems, Join me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sonnetforge Or visit the website: www.gopoem.com What we Read, is Where we Go...