Seashell
Sea
Is full of majesty
Person picks up seashell from the sea
To listen to ballad of the sea
The duns are covered by sea holy
The seashell song is of destiny
It unveils the soul of the sea
And persons own soul aches listening to its beauty
Above the sea sunset seems to set heavens a blaze
The almost surreal abstract beauty of it will amaze
Yet very real is the visage beyond this misty haze
With violet orange and gold colors that spirit will daze
The seashell sings of various things
About albatross that spreads its huge wings
About hidden treasure of golden and diamond rings
And about glory of distant stars it sings
One of the ballads is of evolution and imagination that need no reference point
From any reference point
And ever growing temporal vortex of what is imagination from that high point
And how the soul to this sublime majesty is conjoint
The soul is like the seed that toward it yearns
The seashell is like a lens that shows its patterns
It guides the soul like on sea ships are guided by lanterns
And through the seashell of its existence the spirit learns
The sun illuminates the dune
By the sea lagoon
It reminds the person that to ballad of the shell is in tune
That what it sings about is far beyond the dark side of the moon
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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