Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in gravity's brace
Earthy ambitions wandering eye doth embrace
Nature's rhythms around beating heart do drape
Cluttered ridges enveloped by Crape Myrtle's sallowing
serape
Dark clouds swoon over the ridges, panoramic view
efface
Malingering light house hovers o'er the shadowy terrace
An angry ocean rises and then tumbles at rocky base
Cool, frothy ocean mist curdles my exposed nape
Cresting waves pound shoals; weary feet do chase
Swirling wind hurdles stinging needles at weathered face
Screaming sea gulls serenade, then with strafing swoops
menace
For as the sun drowns in the misty waves
I coat my dreams with the filthy shade
And gently some drops of ocean tickled
Whispering my thoughts in a stormy tune
I coat my dreams with the filthy shade
Jiggling my soul with a wetted hope
Whispering my thoughts in a stormy tune
Drifted through my veins as I went on asleep
Jiggling my soul with a wetted hope
To believe in a rise of a holy sun
Drifted through my veins as I went on asleep
That abides to arise with daily new notes
To believe in a rise of a holy sun
And gently some drops of ocean tickled
That abides to arise with daily new notes
For as the sun drowns in the misty waves
Looking beyond what the eye sees.
Water splashing to your knees.
Hearing sounds of peacefulness.
Watching a deep blue mystery of excitement.
Another world lies below, the waves of the ocean.
holding tightly to life and the secrets it hides.
Wondering what the ocean would say?
If the ocean could talk today.
Will the ocean ever show?
Exactly what the ocean knows?
Inhale deeply, the ocean breeze
The set of dreams it will make
It’s the calmness, that makes us see
The breeze of the sea, which we all seek.
The way of life, will lay
Down quietly. While the wind
Steals away our lives.
We have violently lost, everything
We sought. And each day is a new day
But ends, in the same old ways.
Stay quiet, but stay near,
Speak softly, in my ear.
It’s the stone inside the rock,
Just listen, and don’t talk.
The ocean breeze, screams softly
In my ear. The sweeping sound
Rains down in a common place.
We live like an ocean, sometimes it’s calm
And sometimes it’s a storm. Either way
That’s how it goes, like a wave at the end of its toll.