s
Drifting across the endless
Sea,
elements of nature upon the
door,
alone, scared for there is
only me,
survival it’s self is and
act of war.
Blazing Sun high above over
head,
the wind ever so hot it
wants to burn,
wondering if by night you’ll
be dead,
with no where to go, no
where to turn.
Your lips burning from the
salty air,
upon the water the whitecaps
prance,
thinking it’s more than one
can bear,
pondering upon an old song
and dance.
The day brings the cold of
night,
wind that chills right to
the bone,
a pale distant moon ever so
bright,
the ocean sounds a musical
tone.
Lost in reflection of your
mind,
thoughts turn to mindful
illusion,
you know it’s a matter of
time,
till you drift on in utter
confusion.