I wonder what it is that sends us
looking out to sea,
amidst the pounding breakers
and that blue transparency?
There is a certain colour
that roils up from deep below,
and something's stirred within me too;
from where? I do not know.
From shore, I find that I am
just as troubled in my mind.
I cast my thoughts out to the waves
I know, are far from kind.
A sea within. A sea without.
I am so lost at sea!
My wildest thoughts search for a boat
for both realities.
With feelings tossed, I am confused
and wait now for the tide,
to put me back on solid ground,
there is no place to hide.
Where could I go, if going forth
there only is the sea,
and turning inward, I am lost,
within the sea of me?
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 2:17 PM UTC
I wonder what it is that sends us
looking out to sea,
amidst the pounding breakers
and that blue transparency?
There is a certain colour
that roils up from deep below,
and something's stirred within me too;
from where? I do not know.
From shore, I find that I am
just as troubled in my mind.
I cast my thoughts out to the waves
I know, are far from kind.
A sea within. A sea without.
I am so lost at sea!
My wildest thoughts search for a boat
for both realities.
With feelings tossed, I am confused
and wait now for the tide,
to put me back on solid ground,
there is no place to hide.
Where could I go, if going forth
there only is the sea,
and turning inward, I am lost,
within the sea of me?
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