The Boundless SeaA Poem by An owl on the moonWords... Words... Words...![]() Words... Words... Words... What are mere symbols and shapes on paper to describe the shattering apparitions I have seen and the stinging sensations that have pierced my life’s shackled shadow? Yet even as I weigh and measure these coarse characters on this page, pallid cold clouds swift over my remembrance.
Pounding waves carry my intentions to sleep and baleful, thundering storms still wake me in the depths of the night while the echoes of the vanishing angel’s voice whisper on. My mind now fills with the restless, boundless sea.
Reefs of jagged, black rock rise like lone pillars. Trying to crawl from underneath the swelling sea, they are ever forced adown under the relentless onslaught of the pounding green waves; deep green waves that rise up like arched wings, then fall and shatter upon themselves in foamy ruins. Thus is my life, ever surrendered to the shifting waters. © 2015 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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Added on May 10, 2015Last Updated on May 11, 2015 AuthorAn owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: O.. more.. |


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