by Carol Campbell

Created on: November 02, 2008   Last Updated: March 22, 2012

Power be the sea and its almighty roar,
yet tender and soft beneath the surface,
almost crying to be heard.

Alone I walk into the night along the
moonlit shore, pausing as my toes burrow
deep into the trickling earth, while the
luxurious feel of silk bestows itself
upon them.

A peacefulness surrounds restless waters.
No force seemingly greater to overpower.
Yet gasping at an astonishing force above,
lies splendor of another dimension.

Parallel and compromising as it rules in a
quiet state, a truly inspirational repoire.
Two powers that be, peacefully striding.
Respectfully unique in all its glory.
Close in harmony,
yet different and so far apart,
never to err in distinguishing each.

Allowing to shine and reap warmth,
the sea beckons,
gratitude abounds as waves reach their peak.

Yet anger soon strikes as lightning falls,
coveting, destroying a sea of content.

"Transcend in thy path to shed light,"
the sea seemingly crys. "Despair not
for I will welcome thee with open arms.
Dare not Transcend to alter thy path."

Abruptly the sea roars
as waves bash beneath the core.

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