The Sea

In the things I see...

Well yes....

Of course there is you....

But also... 

 

In these things...

There are eyes and true believers...

There is a peace that circumnavigates, 

Like a low buzz that veins through 

ALL, (yes ALL) 

Of life. 

In the things I see, 

The memory of gratitude fades often, 

Like a continuous dimming light...

And when it is blown, 

It flickers, 

And dances once again, 

Reminding us...

It gleams on.

I lose my soul often during the day, though I say I don't- 

Dealing with the world, and it's dismay, 

All while seeking to "find" myself. 

And little ships that come, 

To rock my mighty sea, 

Do indeed, stir my undercurrents. 

I pause often, 

War enough with myself...

 

To let them pass, and pass by me...

These tiny ships. 

Some of them like to stay