Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Myth of Emptiness


When trade winds die, and breezes cease to blow
The sun's rays slice the vault, a brutal knife.
The vast, unending waves, so dark and low
Seem empty, deathly calm, devoid of life.

On cloudless nights, we gaze into the sky,
An infinitely dark and lonely place,
Where mankind has no home, can only try
To think and dream and fill the barren space.

A grieving heart that aches for what is past.
That loses faith, that cannot love, or dream.
Waits only for finality, a Last.
Longs hopelessly to join that Western stream.

Yet all these things, the heart, the sky, the sea.
Are full of beauty, waiting for release.

11 comments:

The Write Girl said...

What a beautifully written poem. A lovely poem for O.S.I.

Lilibeth said...

As always, a well-written and beautiful sonnet.

gospelwriter said...

Beautiful! True to form and full of meaning as well. Love the final couplet especially...

Ramesh Sood said...

Yet all these things, the heart, the sky, the sea.
Are full of beauty, waiting for release.

And release they will to make the world flow with them.. loved it.. well written..

Rumya said...

"Empty, deathly calm" to describe the sea is lovely...

Nanka said...

"To think and dream and fill the barren space." -- Nice way of putting it...to fill the heart, sky and sea.

Sandra.if said...

beautiful words!

Tumblewords: said...

Finely phrased and crafted - lovely!

Bobbie said...

I love this one very much. Beautifully written!

Geraldine said...

I reminder of all the beauty and goodness that surrounds us, when we feel empty. Well done!

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a beautiful and haunting poem,
quietly amazing.

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