In the Presence of Royal Sea.
One must visit the vast ocean at least once a year, It humbles the soul
The Grand Lady known as the ocean continuely reaches towards us and then recedes hoping we wil join her in her endless dance
At the end of what most
~every man knows as land
~~where great rocks and seashells
~~~are reduced into sand
~~~~lies what seems at first glance
~~~~~to be an endless sea
~~~~~~Ahhhh, but what a sweet majesty
~~~~~~~that sea can be
~~~~~~~~crowned in white liquid gold
~~~~~~~~~upon each curling crest
~~~~~~~~~~which graces an aqua and emerald dress
~~~~~~~~~~~that flows cross the girth
~~~~~~~~~~~~of her Queen Mother, Earth
~~~~~~~~~~~~~she's a princess that tempts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~all with sorrow and mirth
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~she has swept away many
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~with her alluring charms
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~blessing others with bounty
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~never meaning to harm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~toddlers dance near her skirts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~that swirl over the sand
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~all her worshippers lie
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~as burnt offerings tanned
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and she favors each flock
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~with the scent of her tang
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~granting waves as she moves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to a song ancients sang
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I, too kneel here beside her
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~just a scribe struck by awe
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~trying to capture in ink thinks
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All the beauty I saw
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~but her royalness is far too
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~vast for this page
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So I lay down my pen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and go splash in her rage
~~~~~~~~~~~~~at her subject who failed to
~~~~~~~~~~~~write her something sage
~~~~~~~~~~soon exhausted I'll stretch out
~~~~~~~~~at the edge of her riches
~~~~~~~~letting sunshine and dreams
~~~~~~~grant what this peasant wishes!!
~~~~~ Summer
~~~~Two
~~~Zero
~~Zero
~Four
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III