~A sort of comfort,
A sort of aura
Of the ocean always intimidated me.
Like sitting on the mattress of sand
with my favourite book in hand,
The strands of my hairs playing
with the air,
My eyes moving lazily,
Seeing the waves move hastily.
A subtle sudden light on the ocean,
The ships moving in commotion;
now obeying the light's order.
It all seemed so miraculous;
Like something so out of order,
yet so organised.
Like something so beautiful,
Even the eyes cannot believe.
Like something so miraculous,
And far beyond science.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
