The Sea

The Sea

On those days, the touching of the sea in my heart was not lost.
Who can sing such vastness in rhyme? Only traveling under the mast.
Organic luminescence on the trail of the spread of life altering turns.
The ocean full of scattered remnants have no other elemental places.
Water is the power of transformation, memory, of three-dimensional life.
Upon her waves I became blessed to know that everything is infinite.
To but speak of the sea without acknowledgment of the passing stars.
Only blasphemy and the threat of a mortal sin compels my utterances.

Days of mirrored seas, sparks my memory in crisp violet diamonds of truth.
How could something so large become so still in my solemn afterthought.
As a introverted child, the most cherished memory of sailing my beloved dingy.
I loved the race of zig-zag, there the methodic ruled sporadic fruitless forays.
Upon me the observation of the guiding forces that stimulate thinking life.
As the Sun gives life, the Moon the movements of water, thus the lessor lights.
Those lights have always played with my imagination, they are alive within.
Have I not spoken of a heaving destress? A fury that knows no other creation.

Upon the corrals, as a naked child I walked barefoot in a dream world.
Tropical was not just a theme in the extension of life’s learning options.
But it was there on those shores and ships the master of my destiny’s ideal.
I came to testify, yes, on that beauty so divine that warms my own destiny.
The thought invades the deepest part of my soul from this outward perfection.
Indelible it thus remains to gather the harvest of soul attributes to creation.
Each eye is the sensory center of each other’s visible dimensional universe.
In the silence of thought the sea brought the universe to my portal of thought.
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