I hear the waves crashing inside me
as they push me to the edge,
amidst the thunderstorms raging in my mind
and aroma of sea salt and moonlit lilies
a doorway opens to the chasm of quiescence
that I was not meant to confront;
And as I wonder what lies beneath
those shining blue sapphires,
the string of ocean flows out of the ravines
caressing my cheeks with the salty brine
soothing and rocking my demons to sleep,
as the sailing anguish on the high seas
meanders it’s way towards the shore;
Those tiny shaking fingers cup the moonlit pearls
slowly waning through the night
into the hushed up dawn.
Just a moment of tranquility
and an aura of accedence,
a silver lining on those hovering clouds
as the ocean of no-thingness
replenishes its unfathomed abyss
with intolerable ocean of dolour again.
