In the dark of the whispering nave
as rosy incense blesses the scene,
old hymns once sung in chanted waves
still sail through hearts of choirs unseen;
Dimly lit by a sanctuary lamp red,
the altar lies in stony repose:
a throne for him who for all bled
and wished us love by the Holy Ghost.
Streaming, rippling ocean hues
with light washed bluer than Jonah’s whale
flow from stained glass richly imbued
by a Jewish hand with swirling detail:
This sturdy house is a bobbing ark
floating through our tempestuous time,
marked by a seagull who soared and embarked
on making his art for all sublime:
to fulfill the promise of rainbows above
for all those who seek the light of love

Strolling down the beach,
everything just out of her reach.
Her woven heart again is broken,
from love she is forbidden.

Trust and love of someone,
to her was never given.
Her soul accentuated by her tear,
her heart filled with fear.

Further into the ocean she goes,
the waves higher it rose.
Every step in the water,
back to the past it brought her.

The water already upto her lip,
into her own thought she goes deep.
I'm okay to herself again she lies,
with that lie into the water she dives.

The sky is pretty and blissful,
the wind now calm and peaceful.
Slowly into the dark she is drowning ,
with not a single soul noticing.

-Lily

The ocean hums a mournful tune,
Beneath a sky of midnight hue,
And in the dark, the lighthouse stands,
A lonely flame in endless blue.

Its beacon sweeps the endless tide,
A pulse of light through mist and gloom,
But no ship sails these waters now,
Just shadows that the waves consume.

The keeper, in his weathered coat,
Leans by the window, cold and still,
His only friend the distant fog,
His thoughts as wild as winter’s chill.

He hums a song the wind once sang,
A tune of sorrow, love, and loss,
While waves crash on the jagged rocks,
And echoes of the past are tossed.

The lighthouse hums its ancient blues,
A song for those who wander far,
For sailors lost to endless seas,
And dreams adrift beneath the stars.

Cascades of love,
I kept putting bricks around
how long shall I surround?
Whatever was left;
of it all—
I stood with ballistas' protruding
upon stinking patches of blood-mud;
the gates to my paradise
banished forever.

Who knew—
who knew there was an ocean so vast,
tides that rose so high;
as they came pouncing,
upon walls impenetrable
with eyes intoxicating—

Immobilized, I stood
know not why—
my staunchest bricks exiled
I left the door ajar
for the guest
to make home upon my cozy abode;
forever.

Tonight the waters of the ocean;
shall resolve once more
to overflow—
my glass of dreams, fragile;
once more, once more.

We all leave our footprints on the golden sand
As we take our final breath from this land
Some leave their step close to the water
Some have wept over the death of their son or daughter
So the ones closest to the shore
Will be washed away by a wave
They'll drown and die without asking for more
And give up their final chance to be saved
But some people leave their final footprints further away
Just for a little while longer, they can admire the day
Then they'll see the rest of society drowning in their aquatic fame
Then ask themselves if they should've done the same
But you must leave your mark on this world
Or else you'll be washed away
And you have to live for yourself
Or this world will make you pay
Would you rather leave your mark, or pleasantly drown?
Would you rather leave this world by yourself, or your whole town?
Do you also want to wear society's sea-blue gown?
So when you swim, society will drag you down,
But it is up to you to make sure you don't drown.