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Beating. Pounding. Caressing. It's strong waves udulate over sand and shells.
Strong, soft, hydrating. It quenches but never satisfies the grounds inevitable need, always pulling it back for one more kiss.
Its torrents pull and sway, it's current obstinate.
Man's ever changing struggle personified. Hatred, love, lust. All rising and falling, brooding and hoping.
Swells crash, pain shoots through each wave, but affection returns it, slowly pulling it back into itself. Whispering lullabies into the turmoil. "all will be ok tomorrow." A promise.
The waves recede and souls are changed.
Powerful and gentle, it rests.
Life is renewed and the quiet song persists. The hum fills my ears, refreshes my spirit. A shared truth between the gods and myself.
Light again. Sun touches the sea and all is at peace. The final chasm between fire and water filled. Two extremes mellow into one perfection.
Wholeness. Fulfillment. My aching body relaxes into this new stability. My questions answered, memories enriched, pains washed away.
My eyes feel new, like a child's wide stare as meaning creeps through my limbs. I had forgot the feeling. Peace so long lost restored.
Fear lingers between my feet. My chest tightens, body numb.
Past thoughts, returning, home. Expectations, routine, watching-the emptiness reawakens, the hole unearthed. Emotions invade. Do i let them in?
To feel means to be alive, something i am not. My choice was made, claimed, bought.
One traded for the other. But was it worth it?
This i'll worry over later, now i remain at peace, enriched, alive.
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Posted by lydiakristine on 2008-07-18 21:29:34 | Rating: | Views: 32
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