The Shade of the Deep
Slate blue sea, its shade
Gone gray under clouds of strain
Went in search of a color
To change its languor.
It moved to the West
To where the sun was headed
Could be a dream like finding gold
But there lied its hope.
It crossed weather storms
Whipped at its body, deformed
Under ongoing low pressures
Baiting its temper.
Sudden flash in skies
Where clouds parted for a while
Encouraged its own spirit
Giving its soul, grit.
The rains came again
But refusing to complain
It began to rock and dance.
Then it froze, quite tranced.
Stopped dead in its tracks
The prettiest shade it tracked
Forest of dark hazel trees
Bowed to greet the sea.
Had stood by, waiting
Knowing the sea was coming
Content gave the sea a glee
The shade of the deep.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 08.16.10
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