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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