Post by Autumnstorm on Nov 3, 2007 13:36:01 GMT -5
Ocean
Glisten, glimmer, sparkle,
A mirror,
The world a mirror.
I see the color of life and the glare of the sun.
Shouting joy.
Great white wings sail atop the water,
A writhing, living, liquid gem.
A gust brings forth a swarm of spray,
Ocean Day.
Upon the horizon,
Sits a glowing sphere,
Emanating crimson, vermilion, maroon,
Sending rays to waltz with the air.
Liquid sunshine, dying with the light.
A cool, calm breeze ruffling my hair.
I hear a call and yet,
I sat here watching,
I can't pull myself away from,
Ocean Sunset.
Beneath the world,
The sun dips,
Gone to light another shore.
Proud and cold, a star appears.
Then two,
Then ten,
Then fifty,
Then I lose count,
Then I lose myself,
Into calm and dreams; into the sky,
My own world where there is no hate,
Or war,
Or death.
The murmur of waves,
Peace after Dusk's flight,
The Ocean Night
A mirror,
The world a mirror.
I see the color of life and the glare of the sun.
Shouting joy.
Great white wings sail atop the water,
A writhing, living, liquid gem.
A gust brings forth a swarm of spray,
Ocean Day.
Upon the horizon,
Sits a glowing sphere,
Emanating crimson, vermilion, maroon,
Sending rays to waltz with the air.
Liquid sunshine, dying with the light.
A cool, calm breeze ruffling my hair.
I hear a call and yet,
I sat here watching,
I can't pull myself away from,
Ocean Sunset.
Beneath the world,
The sun dips,
Gone to light another shore.
Proud and cold, a star appears.
Then two,
Then ten,
Then fifty,
Then I lose count,
Then I lose myself,
Into calm and dreams; into the sky,
My own world where there is no hate,
Or war,
Or death.
The murmur of waves,
Peace after Dusk's flight,
The Ocean Night
