//August 12th of 2021
- The Comfort of Sea -
There is something achingly familiar with the way our eyes set on the horizon.
How our feet get buried in the sand even while we sit still.
And how the clouds complement the sparkling sea in any weather.
The waves, they remind me of you. How they miss the shore so dearly, consuming the sand in every return. Much like how I would wish to stay by your side even if the world does not permit.
The shadows casted by the water, a projection of crystals, they remind me of you. When they dance on the seafloor. Unminding, elegant, breath-taking. But never near as to how you captivate me.
The sound of splashing water, they remind me of you. On days of which only your voice comfort the darkness. I close my eyes and as I meditate to the natural hymns of the ocean, you come to mind and give solace.
The wind, they remind me of you. When they embrace and cling unto me. As I let the breeze travel my neck and kiss my cheek. My skin ever so longing for contact, receiving you with open arms.
Perhaps the comforts of sea are not within the place. Perhaps Mother Nature had only given us such dreamy site, for the sea reminds us of someone or something. A person we have lost or never had, a memory we wish to relive over and over, or a sensation no longer there. Their names forever carried by the wind as we whisper for them to return.
For a being born and buried in land, we seek shelter in a home not meant for us. And yet the sea, so wise and old, never fails to silence the noise within.
//D.A., Poems & Proses & Points of View
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Poems & Proses & Points of View
RandomA not so everyday entry of poems and proses filled with thoughts about the world and everything. All through the point of view of a hormonal teenager who matured too early and lived so foolishly. No regrets, though.
