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Depths
Jan 16, 2005 1:49:43 GMT -5
Post by Vagabond on Jan 16, 2005 1:49:43 GMT -5
I wrote this after spending a day with my Mother on the beaches at Galveston in 2003 for her birthday.
Depths
Salt wind in my face smells like tears. Waves rushing crashing and breaking against the pier. Peaceful, yet so melancholy... The lulling of the waves like sounds from within the womb. Faint echoes of souls and history past cry out from shadow watered depths, seeping into the corners of my mind, Of great storms relentless and unforgiving. Natures fury... ships and lives dashed against the crags. Herein lie the graves of countless tortured spirits most long forgotten. So violently taken. so much left undone.
Just as with all things the most beautiful is always the most dangerous. She calls you to her with cool blue tides and invigorating sprays, all the while gnashing teeth and lashing fury lay hidden just below the surface. A woman beyond doubt make no mistake, ever changing, ever in motion. Serene and centered creatrix of all. Yet within a heartbeat raging swells destroying all that lies within her path.
I love and hate the ocean... Embracing with joy her swirling waters that play around my feet. Regarding with fear her rising waves and great black storms that take so much but leave nothing in return. Standing barefoot as she rises and falls seemingly breathing around me I look into her ancient soul and see myself reflected back.
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