Shaft of orange light
Treading its path across the sleepy ocean
Towards the origin of its invited pathway
Mysterious and enticing,
The Moon.
No ocean can destroy your narrow pathway,
You just sit, calmly accepting its changing moods
As I have sat upon the shore
Watching, listening, wishing that I were as detached as you
The sea gently washes the beaches or
Furiously lashes the shore, daring man or beast
To stand in its way.
Yet it can be as gentle as the softest breeze
With the children who play on its outermost edges.
I wish 1 were the sea
Void of all emotion,
But 1 feel anger and hate, and like the advancing tide
Cover and kill all in my path, feeling lost and abandoned
Like the pools left by their father, the sea,
As he leaves without a backward glance.
Oh sea, what do you think of the multitude of people
Who just use you in the summer and leave you
Desolate cold and unwanted in the winters of your life?
I wish you could wash away all the human misery and Degradation that exists all around.
I sit and wait for eternity.
Wrap me around gently in your watery cloak
And wash away the misery of useless life.