Tag: Sea

Serendipity

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I came back to the sea on a moonlit night
And finally stopped running.
As my thirsty feet finally touched the warm, velvety waves,
A sigh of relief
Escaped my lips—
Offering to the soulless sea.

I hadn’t even realised how much I’d missed it,
Tangled up in the
whys and the
hows and the
what nows of a suffocating existence.

I came back to the sea on a strawberry moon night
And finally set myself free
of the should be’s and the
can’t be’s and the
will never be’s.

I gazed open-mouthed at the moonlit waves,
While their soothing caress
embraced my weak ankles
that have desperately fought to keep me up and running,
to get me to my hidden-in-plain-sight haven;
While their ancient lullaby of
sunken seashells, spilled secrets and salty sea foam
landed on my starving ears;
While the strawberry moon
paved a pink path on the untainted tremor of the dark waves,
promising to keep me afloat,
calling me into the limelight while no one was in the audience
(just how I like it)
with its tender voice:
“Moonchild, come!”

There,
facing the silence of the unreachable horizon,
staring into the lifeless void of darkness,
my mind empty and ready to receive,
Receive I did:
Serendipity.

– Patricia

Message in a Bottle

With shaking feet, she stood her ground,
As anxious thoughts tore at her mind.
She wouldn’t back down, not right now,
Not when the sea was there, unbound.

For all that she could do right now,
The only way to ease her mind,
Was hope that her fast-scribbled words
Would reach another shore, somehow.

She’d written down her burning love,
Confessed she had her only sin,
And now, no longer bottled up,
She could entrust it to the sea.

Her message—words of timeless love,
Her messenger—the unknown sea,
Her heart—a spring of blossomed hope,
Her feet—sinking into the sand.

Her trembling fingers touched the words,
Her eager hand sealed them inside
The safest of the ships there was,
A bottle. And a kiss goodbye.

White-crested waves would carry it
To that one shore where it would find
Another beating heart—all hers,
Forever and always: her Love.

– Patricia

The Stranger—Not of This World

He watched the golden sunset, the light in all its might.
Oh, he wanted to touch it, for it brought him delight.
It gave him hope; he smiled, rejoicing in its warmth,
And he could find the power to face the world alone.

He breathed in the silence and melodies were born
Inside his strengthened spirit, each of them taking turns
At bringing out the colours which rested deep within,
Allowing him to smile—so peaceful, so serene!

He watched as amber spears descended towards the sea,
The seagulls—melancholic, the waves—unapologetically free.
Only the golden traces which now painted the sky
Were proof of what had happened—of worlds which unify.

He closed his eyes and waited—the sound of crashing waves—
The touch of reigning moonlight caressed his peaceful face.
He smiled as he felt it—the sunlight was enough;
Walking away from freedom, he ventured in the night.

– Patricia

Freedom at Sea

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I’ve had the dream a thousand times,
It goes like this: I’m near the sea,
I’m on the sand, open my eyes
And hear the waves just calling me. ǀ Fine

A transformation then occurs:
Metamorphosis of the soul.
The sea defines and also blurs
The lines of who I am and was.

My heart beats faster, breaks the cage,
Growing and thus setting me free.
It’s here, it’s now, no more delays,
No tightened strings controlling me.

So, I forget the life I had,
There’s no one else to hold me back.
Just what I love awaits ahead,
Beauty and nature, day and night.

I start my dance on waves of blue,
Their lacey white giving me hope.
I’m free at last, I’ve found my truth
Among the sea foam and the salt.

I’m one with water, with the sky,
I venture in their kingdom’s heart,
As seagulls give out welcoming cries;
I feel at home in this work of art.

I fly, I soar, I dance, I waltz,
So happy, free! Ecstatic, free!
I’m there until the crack of dawn,
Until nightfall—felicity.

I wish the dream went on and on,
But I wake up as moonlight bathes
My soul—and I return to my own world,
The sea—so far, the night—so late.

And I resume my passing life,
But I go back when moonlight calls,
When crashing waves await my touch,
When secret worlds once more unfold.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Children of the Sea

At the bottom of the sea,
Where the light touches the sand,
Magic happens—purity—
Giving life to precious pearls. ǀ Fine

Lively mermaids watch in awe
As the pearls are kissed by light,
As they then begin to glow:
Children of the sea they are.

They explore the liquid blue,
As they hopeful dreams collect;
Then return to what is true,
To their home, their place of birth.

They build castles of the sea,
Corals of a vivid pink,
Kingdom of felicity:
Only laughter, love and joy.

Every day, their steps decrease,
Shorter distances they go,
As time passes by and leaves,
As they age: closer to home.

Till one day when they return
From their journey, one last time,
Coming back to what is home,
Having fully lived their lives.

One with pink they then become,
Part of something that’s unique,
Something greater than the sun,
For they are magic and bliss.

Born from magic, light and salt,
Precious pearls caressed by life,
Now as corals and sea foam:
Wonder—cycle of delight.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Sea of Sand

Deserted world, deserted soul,
Silent despair covers me whole,
Mirages come and quickly leave,
There’s nothing left, my mind to feed.

I walk and walk on burning sand,
So dull, so lost—I’m simply bland.
My colours start to fade away,
Much to my cruel and pure dismay.

No oasis here, none to be seen,
No sight of calm or vivid green,
No wind to ease my burning thirst,
Only a cruel, consuming curse…

A sea of sand, a sea of death,
All full of tears and of regret.
Just blurry eyes and empty heart
And there’s no hope, no sign of art.

– Patricia