The white sails on the alabaster sea
every crease a mountain, wrinkle a valley
where x marks the pain and proclaims the return
of strength.
The ever changing surface, with the surge of life beneath
an underlying rhythm, rippling.
Tides of euphoria and melancholy wash over
ruled by the two clear moons of the daylight sky
ever present, all seeing
always the power to destroy but the choice of benevolence
Respects must be paid to the goddess of this paradise
with hair of bronze and a laurel of serpents
for as long as earth and woman are one
many secrets will remain
behind the rosy smile of the sun.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
The white sails on the alabaster sea
every crease a mountain, wrinkle a valley
where x marks the pain and proclaims the return
of strength.
The ever changing surface, with the surge of life beneath
an underlying rhythm, rippling.
Tides of euphoria and melancholy wash over
ruled by the two clear moons of the daylight sky
ever present, all seeing
always the power to destroy but the choice of benevolence
Respects must be paid to the goddess of this paradise
with hair of bronze and a laurel of serpents
for as long as earth and woman are one
many secrets will remain
behind the rosy smile of the sun.
