The wind can only brush it,
no fragrance it does carry
the sea is always alone
Hustles and bustles
sand and pebbles
No one does really answer
the sea is always alone
Engulfs the proud sun
reflects the wide sky
Widens the passing night light
but the sea is always alone
So much it says with its
wild wild wave
Once in the sea, there is nothing but void
only deafening emptiness
Like seeping the sorrow, the river of tears
all runs towards it, even snow, an essence of it
may dream to run, run away but will return home to the sea
and yet the sea is always alone
No fire can touch, no air can carry it all
With so much to offer
longing and belonging to all
yet I don't know why the sea is always alone
no fragrance it does carry
the sea is always alone
Hustles and bustles
sand and pebbles
No one does really answer
the sea is always alone
Engulfs the proud sun
reflects the wide sky
Widens the passing night light
but the sea is always alone
So much it says with its
wild wild wave
Once in the sea, there is nothing but void
only deafening emptiness
Like seeping the sorrow, the river of tears
all runs towards it, even snow, an essence of it
may dream to run, run away but will return home to the sea
and yet the sea is always alone
No fire can touch, no air can carry it all
With so much to offer
longing and belonging to all
yet I don't know why the sea is always alone
Reminded me of Arthur Rimbaud! Just wow!
ReplyDelete“You have to understand the sea, he said, to listen to her, to look out for her moods, to get to know her and respect her and love her. Only then can you build boats that feel at home on the sea.”
ReplyDelete― Michael Morpurgo, Alone on a Wide Wide Sea