The Ocean
by:
Midnight Magickal Storm
My whole life I have been ruled by the ocean, the tides, the eb's the flows. The never ending tug it seems to have over me. This poem is a tribute to our affair.
Falling slowly down,
turning over and over.
Never sleeping,
always wavering.
Never ending,
always ebbing,
colapsing.
Raising, to colapse again.
Blue, green. white, clear,
constantly there as mirror of the sky
and reflections.
deep mysterious
Dangerous and peacfull
Ruled by the moon,
but answers to no one,
held by it's magick
in aw of it's force,
in peace from it's beauty .