Life is a wave.
Its transient might
Crests, tumbling, falling
Giving up their breaths
In certainty of being.
Shattering in sparkles
Of sun's warming light.
It is its nature to recede
But waiting quietly poised
To rise,
Depths falling into ignominy
The troughs, unknowingly,
Unfailingly, unwittingly,
The cause, the vehicle
For ascension to glory
Of the surging wave,
Its might unsheathed
Its destiny to be
Me.
© Manic Sylph 2015
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Drops In My Ocean
PoetryThe rapturous drops of my heart fall as poetry into the ocean of my infinite soul. I gather my ocean into each drop, to quench the thirst of questing spirits that wander into my world....
