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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Warren's Eyes


Into the deep and stormy seas I gaze

The calm blue surface misleads

The truth of the tumultuous passion
Dark and churning water
A hundred men have lost their lives
Agony and fear in the murky depths
Drowning in despair
Forgotten
How to fight, to swim, to live
One man gazing out to the world
A ray of sunshine falls like rain
Piercing the watery plane
Light as laughter and fairy wings
Strong as the heaving tale of a great Blue Whale
And he remembers
Thrashing to the surface to receive
Gratefully gulping that delicious air
Savoury flavour of life
With silken threads of mermaids hair
He builds himself a boat
And steers his vessel through raging seas
As stoic as a sea-fairing Captain
Searching the horizon for a glimpse
Of the sight he’s sure to see
His green isle
Out of the blue expanse it comes
Like faith, love…salvation
As accepting as a mothers embrace.
He lands his ship
And sits on those lush green hills
To laugh and weep

And gaze back to the deep and stormy seas.

By T.L.A ~ 2003

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