The Raging Deep
I stand, facing the roaring deep
I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep
A most wonderful sight
A most phenomenal sight
Waves, unleashing their fury
Waves, battling, wild and free
Waves, tainted with all the shades of blue
Beautiful, accompanied by their foamy tattoo
It is almost as if those waves are angry
Angry, simply to be
Angry, for they know not why do they roar
Angry, wanting to be soothing, but having to move the seafloor
I stand, facing them,
And feel in their rage, my own mayhem
Yes, there, in front of me, does be a violent pandemonium
And there, inside of me, does be a similar fiery abysm
Waves, surrounding on all sides, my birthright
Waves, reminding me of the power of fate
Why, however rich and historical does be the past
Nothing, nothing about it does ever last
Such a powerful havoc
Wanting it seems, to give the shores a shock
Or, wanting to reach them, to die in their cliffs
Out of love, or just acting blindly, lost in its own grief
Pray, majestic are the waves as they keep crashing with determination
Here, in this world, we all do act out our duties
Even if we find no meaning in these docilities
For only in doing such, we shall all get our redemption
I stand, facing the roaring deep
Jolted, startled from my petrified sleep
Waves, tumultuous and fulminating
Waves, facing me, waves, in me, waves, all soul inspiring!
Monday 15 August 2016
Inspired by the slashing waves at Les Roches Qui Pleurent
Mauritius
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