jenny
2009-07-08 05:12:12 UTC
The storms of seas
have been penned
as metaphors of life's
turbulence and strife,
and then again I've read
poetic words lovingly flow
as soothing is the neap of tide
moved by silence of the moon,
each circling wind
north,east, south,west
comes and goes, begins again
is never seen,
we hear, we feel,
winds roaring blow,
we know winds rage
leaves wreckage remains
Alas! seen without
unseen within,
and then again, I've read
poetic words, loving flow
of gentle whispering winds
that speak and brush each cheek,
and flutter leafs to cool a summers heat.
Boundless horizons seek
land breezes, Seafarers bound.
August 2008