Indeed, you are.
Deep, from here onwards—afar.
From the sight of you
To the challenger's blue.
Navy, midnight, deep, yes, but blue.
The thought of blue—even of you,
You're often mislooked, thought mistakenly,
As woeful and gloomy—
Ever in pain and melancholy.
With the voice that you utter
That seemingly crashing onto one another, —
For them—you became deep;
Someone who can reap—
Off and away—the silence of many.
Only, for me,
I thought of you differently.
Deep, you are, truly.
The latter lines perhaps are facts
But your darkness keeps your light even visible, my love,
Akin to a lighthouse, before the shore, at night.
With the voice that you make
That, to me, are as calm as the lake,
Though they are complex waves,
Your voice keeps me sane
Inside this black blank caves.
You excrete the cold breeze within you:
To me, from you.
But it reminds me that I'm still warm—alive,
Though alone, to watch the Sun rise,
But then, wait it 'til it set—
With you.
Lo, my deep, Oh, deep ocean,
I am delighted by the thought of you,
As I close the window to my soul,
As I think of you,
Saving you has been all that've e'er ran,
Whilst destruction of you begin to roll—
One of the things I loathe the most.
Howbeit, still hoping that people could at last see,
Recognize the hurt behind the beauty
Of the oceans, even of the sea.
Till then, deep, you are,
My ocean, my love, from afar.
~ Savvy - _ -
ENDNOTES
This was written for the World Ocean's Day 2021. A little piece to tell the world that oceans and seas are just as beautiful and mysterious as the skies, as what love really is—as what it is and how we, Stewards of All Creations, treat a beauty and such therapy.
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