rain—
fall in rhythm with my footsteps
as they tiptoe across the deserted
plains of my imagination;
where creeks of moss and willow
trickle along the wet slate-grey stones of my thoughts and move in line hoping
to meet the vastness of the Ocean.
But I could never imagine the Ocean:
the sea-foam curls of her hair,
the salt-slicked fragrance levitating amidst her churning currents,
the freedom of her soul that encompasses the lands in her strong arms.
No matter how desperate I was to grasp her blue expanse of baptismal elation and purpose
within my sunken mind,
I continued to fall short.
rain—
I've familiarized myself with your cold, miniature droplets,
an array of crystaled water that could never mimic the Ocean's power.
You call upon your mighty fathers,
their swords of lightning and battle cries so blistering that the world quivers
in paralyzing fear.
But even with your wrath,
you are small and gentle,
splintered bodies that break on impact
and allow the victims beneath you
to grow and learn from you.
I know you fall in great numbers,
an army sharpened by gravity,
but individually, you are frail and tiny,
a peacekeeper who shudders
at the thought of violence.
Oh my dear rain,
you are no Ocean;
you do not bend underneath the moonlight,
cascade across the lands until the Earth is of miniscule grains of shells,
tower your body to drown ships that cross your seas.
You can try all you want to imitate the
polarized beauty and brutality of her body,
but the eclipse of her torrents will always encrust your fragile shapes.
rain—
to be like the Ocean is our fantasy,
as we are mere whispers
of what we can never be.
So fall in rhythm with my footsteps
across my mind's graveyard of dead hopes
and forgotten dreams,
and release the downpour of your spirit
in the fleeting hope that we can make
our own counterfeit waves;
for I can never rekindle
my aspirations,
I can never
imagine the Ocean.
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
