Friday, August 12, 2011

My friend, the sea...

What does he see
As he looks at me
Perched over the railing
Staring, staring
The sea, roaring?

Like my raging mind
Ebbing and flowing, to-ing and fro-ing.
Angry thoughts at war
Like waves crashing
Beneath the calm serene sky.

My gloved hand clenched
Around the cold metal rail
Betrays my disarray,
My oneness with the sea.
Does he notice this?
Can he see me?

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