Water, crystalline and smooth
washes over me.
Purity, in shimmering beads of silver,
pulls the toxin from my spirit.
Study the grooves
in the sand-
where the ocean borders land-
understand that it's okay to cross that line.
Your psychology
is as complex and conflicting
as the oceanography
of the cerulean depths,
and dormant thoughts swim to the surface
to challenge our tranquility.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
