Writings - Poetry - 2011

Chance upon me came the wave
Another even flow at its zenith
And upon its crest I dare behave
As if it were behemoth

Squall or storm I ride it out
It twists and turns beneath me
The spiral vim held within
Its magnetism pulls me

Verily, merrily I do not yield
Truly majesty in this current
To follow the path unrevealed
And strive along recurrence

It ungulates...
Through stagnation's belly
It reverberates...
Along the primordial coil
It condensates...
Pools of life with in me
It captivates...
Sense to not recoil...

When the wave comes to collide
It crashes upon the sands of time
On every grain inside the tide
A pain or joy may reside.