Soul of Sea Stars
"Like a shooting s t a r,
plunging from lunar fields of lavenders,
to touch the aqua a b y s s a l,
I f i d d l e away my c o l o s s a l fears,
letting go of all that one h a d
in trusts and t r y s t s,
thereby, surrendering to the
' Soul of the Seven Seas ',
flowing like v e l v e t beneath
the 'Ship of Dreams' "
I've been a
miridical monet
of elegance,
fading along those
husky honours of a
mademoiselle,
who twirls in
a ballet within
glassy snow globe.
Maybe, I've
always worn
a tiara of thorns
and thistles,
like Lilith ~
cruising through
this vetiver voyage,
across cactus
kingdoms
where the
'Gods Of Wind'
slice my essence
in every strife.
This Atlantic ocean
shall home my
secrecies and serenity,
which I knitted
within teal seafoams,
conversing with
crystal nymphs
and fountain-fairies,
residing in the
Picasso moors of
bizarre brushstrokes.
Shedding all
the sins in fate's
sinking sanctuary
that will sing in a
forlorn ode,
I wonder, would
my fingers prick like
poison into
the marine peace,
placed on the
pedestal of
solemn solitude,
making it bleed,
evermore?
This Amphitrite
never unfurled
in cherry kismets
like a rose
blossoming in
dawning riverscapes ~
forevermore
yearning to
feel the warmth
of love's oath,
in Poseidon's
palace, hence,
I shall enclose
my soul in
opal oysters,
crowned on
a freezing
bed of snow,
foreseeing my
rebirth as a
'Hope Pearl',
that never
rusts away.
In an Icy affair of
the champagne moon
and milky waves,
as we chase
salts of survival,
I will feel the
kiss of spring's warmth,
if my cherished ones,
escape these
unforgettable
titanium tints of
the Titanic,
that shall erase
their wishes
and faith in
a time-reversal,
skipping beyond
the throbbing
turbulence of
this tragedy.
I was never
afraid of becoming
a kin of death,
but as the last
drop of wine spills,
making a soft
crackle in the
kohl sleet,
a horror crawls
upon my spirit, for,
those familiar faces
succumbing to their
unwanted demise,
shall haunt me,
in speckles of
'fare thee well'.
Wrapping Aurora Borealis
around my palm,
I will take a dip in silky s e a w a t e r s
and let my r u i n s blend with
frozen white a s h,
where this throat e c h o e s sirens,
when the 'Heart of the Ocean' shimmers
and never remains
an u n h e a r d cacophony...
Copyright © Hiya Sharma | Year Posted 2024
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