Never forget the man of the Sea and Sky,
For he,
lets the the octopui leek,
And the speech of fishes spreek,
and chances that come once in life
To find two tigers, with the same stripes.
To be
a budding spring breeze
with an essence of salt
Winter leaves
In the midst of may
As sailboats soar in a rather therapeutic way
Parallaxis of life ,
with the tactics of man
who switched many faces,
she didn't think she can.
Yet a Wind Song i hear,
Oceanswings to the beat of the moon
The onomatopoeic words
Of Diamante's Moot
Its all about me
and Japanese Poetry
to Obsess over
Fantasies of zebras,
that never come true.
Shapes shift with sight
Yet sanity was a gift
That I for one don't follow
Laid Back
with eyes closed, in the sand
I Gasp
as water attacks
my lungs in its command.
Praise to the Orange Fish Molly
its Tail flashed Before My Eyes
as she jumped over to her boyfriend Romi
I scampered far thinking of the Christmas Holly
I always keep above my front door,
an excuse to kiss,
the angels that may pass
I should have stayed in the Boat,
But I'd have been Bored to Death already
If it Wasn't for the Sea.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoesieThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
