Water
Flood over me,
Pound the sea shore.
Let the sun
reflect those diamond sparkles,
Coloured prisms,twinkling.
Oh! the years go by,
Sandcastles crumble,
The grains washed smooth the years.
Moments and memories
Ebb and flow
As the tide on a distant shore.
Water
Flood over me,
In the naked light of dawn,
Set my soul free.
Ian Alias,The(once)Naked Man
1 comment:
Clensed by such a philosophical outlook. I do like the use of metaphore and the symbolism of gaining purity through the pounding of the waters; water of life I wonder?
That the sun can cast such richness into life through its reflective powers is also another good metaphore.
The cleansing of the sand - that's a good one, Ian
This is a short sharp stab for the thinking process.
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