I* love to hear how Ocean breathes
waves crash as Sea exhales
from afar, where you are, perhaps you can hear
salty breeze come kiss my face
wrap my feet in warm beige sand
a sight to my eyes, to see this face:
as the sun blushes, a sunset so grand
she'll soon hide her face
under the mighty blue table that is the sea
palm leaves wave goodbye to Sun
as she tells the seagulls to guard her Ocean
as I look at layered salty scapes ...
my figure hides in three storied bricked cliff
the Ocean, so solemly tranquil
a blue face, beige chin and forest green beard
... as the Ocean has gifted me this romantic sight
as the salt waves corrode at the clock
I see a path form over this blue face
high tides give way to a silver line path
yielding in luminant reflection to Moon
Moon cried this tear path across Ocean's face
hoping to meet me, but stops in the forest beard -
until Sun gifts me another day in grace
Ocean, grant me this sight again
to witness the romance of Sun and Ocean
as I wait for Moon to once again
cross a chrome path across the waters
to meet with me again.
Nelize © *2016
As a city girl, I long to see the ocean again, with the sunsets and the quiet moon with crickets chiming. A time to clear my head from endless pain and haunting memories from the days I spent with my former love in Cape Town, SA, in December last year. Therefore, I yearn for a different love to romance me - the sight of the ocean, my art, my love for words, and the beautiful gift I have... my eyes.