I have seen the sea be a mill pond,
seen it like a mirror
where mountains reflect
unshimmering there.
And herring skittered
on the surface to escape
the mouth of the killer whale.
But I have seen the sea
off Newfoundland's Cape Ray
when waves were mountain high
and on reaching the wave top looking down
into a vast valley of iron coloured water,
The grave of many a man.
To me the sea is a changing thing
like life and breathing in
and the salt moistened air in my face
forever gives life to me.
Categories:
unshimmering, nature, ocean, sea, storm,
Form: Free verse
What's time?
It's that ticking second, that greatly unnerves me,
It's that flitting moment, that captures me,
It's that immutable hour, that unsettles me.
What's time?
It's that time I want to be with you.
What's a moment?
It's that stillness in time, that brings you closer to me,
It's that unshimmering second, that pops your picture in my mind,
It's that unending wait, for a communication unforthcoming.
What's a moment?
It's that moment I'm with you.
Then what's happiness?
It's that smile, I feel in my dreams,
It's that love, I want to keep,
It's that affection, that runs so deep.
So what's happiness?
It's that which I have with you.
Categories:
unshimmering, life, love, philosophy, time,
Form: Romanticism