White, blue, black

Where the foam of the sea meets the frothing surf of sky's clouds

Two mirrors laid face to face and what lies between but blue

until the shadows creep in leaving mist between the two

Undulating breakers wash heaven, bathing God's hanging shrouds

Between reflective faces lay dark dreams in rolling billows

Fogged glass spaces blur tired eyes obscuring vision

No lit beacon's beam pierces watery walls division 

Pressed between sea and sky, in heaven or deep one finds sleep's pillows

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I really like your mirror metaphor of sea and sky. Interesting poem.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the review and words of support it is most important to me

[Ken Simm.]

This tremendous descriptive writing is what Long to see and do. Excellent and deceptive.

[Soren]

Ken so good to hear from you my friend. Thank you for the read and most generous words of support. We both know that you are the expert on such type of descriptive writing and and I accept your compliment most humbly