sea – Page 8

A Jellyfish

Luminous greens and blues,
form an iridescent shape.

Undulate, soft and susurrous,
through the silent sea.

phosphorescent sea
watching from the dark shore
jolted from sleep

I feel the winds of the cold sea.
They blow through me, and I feel free.

I feel the waves crash over me.
They move me down, and I can’t see.

I feel the love you have for me.
Your love changed me, so I am free.

I feel the life you lived with me.
Your love lives on just like the sea.

Echoes from the sea
a shell from long, long ago
longing for the sea

A long storm rages
the sea whips about wildly
a long night ahead

Picking up plastic
water bottles by the sea.
So many don’t care.

Pure Green Tea power
Think of matcha gelato
sitting by the sea

Anchored to the shore,
sitting still and afraid to swim for the horizon.

Out there in the blue,
there is a place for everyone out in the blue.

Remaining anchored to the shore,
never seeing and feeling the differences.

Here there is no growth,
so courageously, you pull up the anchor.

Free, you start to swim,
the feeling of freedom and exploration.

Alone in the fog
Encased within a dreamscape
The sea calls me home

Wavelets move towards the shore,
a cold southern sea on a hot day.

Burning sand with sparse shells,
no sea snails hidden from sight.

Walking on the littered wet sand,
ivory beige skin turning pink, red.

Dirty white sand, dirty white feet;
soon we look like sandy lobsters.

Whispering songs to the sea of light,
playing with our mind, the dark sea.