The Sea. Change. Me.
The stars were out,
the night was clear.
I was all alone,
sitting by the pier.
Soft wave crashes by,
people fishing tied,
all seems to be alright,
unlike all the recent rainfall cries.
Cosmo is still at its standstill,
but when can I find my heart to be still?
Closest acquaintances can share my joy,
but can anyone understand
how full my glass is being filled?
The deepest in me surfaces,
only during in the midst of common slumber.
Nothing has changed all these years,
perhaps only the rising warmth and sea levels.
But standing right before the wave crashes,
is a man whose troubles can never reside
like the sea before his tears.
He is a changed man,
for better or for worse.
Only himself knew,
if he was for the better,
for he would not have been standing by the sea,
at the forsaken hour.
Borrowing the harmful burning mist in hand,
he could not be for the better.
If only she knew.
Such a man is never good enough,
he should just give up.
No man who stands before the sea,
spending time sinking in sorrows,
should ever be made for her.
If Thou have a better plan,
please give her the best.
For I am not the one,
who fits into Thy plan.
Till I know who I really am,
please give her all that Thou have.
For she is precious,
as a daughter in Thy eyes.
She definitely deserves better,
as precious in Thy eyes.
Tears can only fall,
when the next rain falls.
If only she knew.
If only she did not know.
-West Coast 0248 hours
December 22nd, 2007 at 6:06 am
mr rabbit, i dont know what to say, to make you feel better. but hope you don’t brood over anything for long. yes, no one understands the most innerself of us but as long as you are willing to step out of darkness, you will see the beautiful sun. (: