The vast blue-gray of the sea reaching out to take me into its salty arms.
As the crest falls and another rises to take its place
I long to melt in the white foam
And the depths between.
The icy chill immediately melts into warmth
As I am wrapped in a watery blanket.
Power and calm, like thunderous applause that rings in my ears,
Building to a crescendo with every ringing verse.
My thrill mounts with the tide and I am
Swept away into the velvety depths.
Like the sudden hush as a musician's hand is raised,
I am enveloped by the rippling calm.
Quiet, I sink.
My soul becomes one with the sea.
I swim in silence, my ears deaf to the orchestra above.
The current sways in time to the conductor's hand;
Counting--
One, Two, Three, Four
One, Two, Three, Four--
I follow,
My body moves with the rhythm.
Winding through underwater caverns,
As graceful and silent as a specter,
I become lost in the waves
And the music within.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoetryI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
