The cerulean ocean sends its tides,
with waves that catch our curious eyes;
In captivation we seem mesmerized,
by the way the ocean touches the skies.

Among blankets laying on the sand,
are buckets and shovels to lend a hand;
In building a castle or digging for clams,
as the sunshine swells with each demand.

Subtle and muted are the water's rhymes,
and blossoms forth from seaside mimes;
Those haunting sounds now fill the air,
from mystics foretelling in poet's lair.

While daylight turns into soft twilight,
the blankets are gathered and set on flight;
With children asleep in their mother's arms,
and young lovers await the charm of stars.

She washed the dishes and scoured the floor,
the laundry folded and left by the door;
Walking away to head back home,
a voice inside then urged her to roam.

There she was on the street at night,
where old and young must battle the blight;
Her blue-gray eyes began to tear,
since just last week she was living here.

Cold and brittle the sidewalks seemed,
it's not a place where many dare dream;
A saving grace took her from this place,
with thoughts of charity she couldn't erase.

Her most humble work is a daily sign,
that folks can truly be decent and kind;
Though tired and worn her hands may be,
safe and secure her work sets her free !

Anxious thoughts bear heavy burdens,
as specters rise in clouds;
Which float above the mist of light,
to avoid the angry crowds.

Just one corner of life's expectancy,
survives in sullen grief;
If only someone would show the way,
to salvation and relief.

The water's edge is frozen now,
no telling what may come;
A skater falls on an icy patch,
in the remnants of the sun.

Release again a mighty wind,
to capture all the sinners;
And if the iceberg floats away,
we'll follow just like winners.

And sitting at the pointed peak,
are cold and bitter ends;
Yet somewhere binds a silver thread,
with caution towards a friend.

As zephyrs tell their tales of woe,
with longing to sweep the trials;
Of innocents watching from afar,
while climbing across the miles.

In ruination they must take heed,
of clamoring soldiers at the gate;
As heroes march in bold display,
spreading miracles from the saints.

Standing tall and windswept now,
the children grasp the leaves;
Enthralled by eerie missives blown,
in ragged layers of words received.

But when the scrolls unravel with,
those stories not yet revealed;
Their grandest secrets will lay bare,
for generations to toss and repeal.

But if their meanings keep at bay,
the callousness of our sins;
Our future lies in layers which,
seek to awaken each life again.

We come into this world clean and clear,
nothing yet written on the slate;
Our thoughts not formed yet feelings emerge,
as we cry and coo keeping parents awake !

When we grow into toddlers questions arise,
and so often we're misunderstood;
But our family and teachers seem helpful still,
trying hard to do us some good.

We listen to all the sounds of the world,  
curiosity and learning never cease;
We're lucky enough to find some answers,
yet myriads of puzzles increase.

Off to school and then to work,
relationships form and blend;
The varied senses of existence,
awaken minds with time to spend.

It's one long chain of wading through,
what the whole universe presents;
We try to choose what's right for us,
but often it's simply nonsense.

Then one day we've tumbled down,
that spiral stairway to our souls;
Dazed and confused we hold on tight,
never wanting to lose control.

Then a sign of love shines from above,
raising us up to the Milky Way;
The Lord's mercy and understanding glows,
for a new and promising day !

While in the limelight of earthly pause,
and thus consumed by ancient laws;
We learn to keep our thoughts at bay,
in fragments torn and blown away.

In horror's face our lives stand still,
then wander up the rugged hills;
Like snowfall's magic in release,
our hearts align in search for peace.

Then overwhelmed by ghastly powers,
which torture gardens' innocent flowers;
Within our minds we'll hear a voice,
inspiring us to make a choice.

So why exist in bleakness reign,
pretending life is just a game ?
Don't climb into the devil's lair,
when angels call through fragrant air.

And thus in candlelight appears,
the balm of rainy nights so clear;
With waters' rush upon the soul,
where secrets lie and soon unfold.

Rejecting thoughts he'd disappear forever,
a phantom glides around the mortal scene;
His earthly voyage takes him many places,
through every nook and corner's vast terrain.

Bewitched by all the different worldly wonders,
he's captivated by sheer delicacy in flight;
And subtle hints from lavender filled pastures,
are scents he's never known before tonight.

Randomly he follows all the children,
while admiring their playfulness and joy;
Soon establishing a feeling of connection,
with every little girl and little boy.

They smelled as honeysuckle would (had he ever known it),
with cheery smiles scampering off to their own homes;
So elated to find the gift of immortality,
through voices of the cherubs' mortal tone.

And soon the time did come for his surrender,
to greater forces from the sky above;
But in his viscous soul he'll still remember,
a world of beauty singing graceful songs.