Warm
ocean we bathe,
Some
older time crave,
A
desolate expanse we save,
Once
living in that cave.
Rolling
over deep expanse,
Watch
my foaming waves dance,
Holding
you in a trance,
Counting
hope, your last chance.
Moving
boulders currents shift,
Lifting
sand and debris sift,
Thrashing
out a powerful rift,
Upon
my back sailors drift.
Under
skies as old as I,
Time
moves all, revealing why,
Days
creation all night high,
Do
I live or do you die?
Beautiful as usual--love the last question....
ReplyDeleteThank you. I really appreciate your comments, I get so few but yours are always of much praise.
ReplyDeleteYes the question.
I laughed when this love came out.
Love n light dear friend. X