Silent Sea
Coastal crevices of beach boulders
whisper of unearthed ages
through my touch.
Drawn to the beach for clarity
to the wise Lady of the Sea,
my restoring solace.
The pines sway and creak
Over the cold steam. Seagulls
glide the wind's surface and wail.
Upon the convening of sand and splash,
morning mist mutes the Ocean's hiss.
Silenced with the
tyrannical tirade
repressed by
thunderous surf
Her white caps crash ashore with
the tempest's sonorous pursuit.
Cloudy chaos
humbles and soaks
my accumulated hopes
like paper in rain -
fruitless journeys
remain cruelly purposeless.
Searching for the cause
of a futile epoch -
scarred stones and
false relics
hold unclear history,
a useless past
when hiding deep in the murk.
A final calling upon the Sea -
an unclear exchange with
her muffled reply.
A destroyed masterpiece -
paint pigments on canvas
running in the rain.
You are my deterred dream.
Looking in vain for clarity
the Sea remains silent to me.
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