When I was floating in the vastness of the sea, in the middle of life and death, I saw a wonderful paradise. In a chaotic place full of uncertain people, faking devotion, yearning, asking for less than too much, and begging for mercy, I found my peace. The place is not a paradise, nor are the people, but that one person is different.
The beauty found in chaos. The man of my dreams was swimming his way near me; meeting me halfway. He was a vivid memory playing in my daydreams. He looks like a modern Greek god. Suddenly I'm jealous of the sun's mighty light touching his skin and how the glass of wine wipes away the dryness of his lips. Looks like the Creator of this man took His time to perfectly sculpture its beauty. His eyes are as dreamy as a starry night. I bet his voice sounds as calm as the whisper of the wind.
He is a paradise; he carries constant bliss. He doesn't look like the God of the Sea or the God of the Sky; he's more of himself, full of wonders and hope. Looking into his eyes for a moment, I felt like I'm peacefully laying in the middle of a mysterious lagoon, floating away; calm and safe. In the vastness of the sea, in the middle of life and death, he was floating right next to me. Indeed, he is the beauty found in chaos.
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Clandestine
PoesíaThere are things that's better left written in the sand and washed off by the waves. Actions that speak louder than words, raging like a storm in the middle of summer. Emotions that are buried deep within our hearts as footprints on the shores, vani...
