Ocean
“The inner beacon flashes in the tempestuous ocean as
the escort in the divine course to the final destination” – By Poet
An ancient mariner in the ocean called life,
I am sailing solemnly seemingly for ages
in the limitless luminosity of the sunshine,
and in the drifting course where trying tempest rages.
On the sapphire swells of the swaying waves,
rising to the sky and falling to the trough low,
my senile boat pitches, and I struggle hard
to keep on sailing, the voyage is veritably slow.
The film of the moonless night falls silently
on the tossing surface of the ebony ocean.
As the skyline subsides with hope in the dark horizon,
what lies in obtrusive obscurity I’ve no notion.
I’ve promised the ocean I’ll reach the shore yonder,
I need to sail to the end of my time and far.
Forlorn in the unknown ocean losing the bearing,
I search for the omnipresent pole star.
I discover in the end the guiding beacon
of the divine light hidden within me.
Tracing the destined course to the final destination,
its flash I’ve been relentlessly striving so long to see.
The wind on the sagging sail is sluggish,
with its driving draft drained, it can no longer blow.
Before the boat becomes motionless,
to the land of promise I must go.
Waiting for me at the fated fringe of my time,
is the eternal realm of the heavenly shore.
I don’t know why even now
in the tormenting ocean I am for.
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March 25, 2023
Word chosen : Ocean
Contest : Word Challenge - "O" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
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