Existence is like a whirlpool.
It spins with you, it jerks you,
finally swallowing you-
into a world, dreary and desolate.
My father and I,
used to discuss the dangers at sea,
and the whirpool took the cake.
It rips, tears and throws you away.
The ocean of life,
the waves of twilight, crash-
into nothingness, they go back,
to where they came from.
A vast horizon, spreading afar,
to lands unknown, unheard of.
Life is like the horizon,but different.
It ends, sometimes with long cogitation.
The ocean taught me, it nurtured me.
The blue shadows, the wild isles,
all with their lustful motions,
kept me,fed me and cradled me with passion.
Ah!first I was confused,
whether to listen to the crashing-
of the waves or to turn my back on them.
Would I have lost out?
Nights of unrest, o,nights of anguish,
fearing signs and reckonings,
I must listen, to the sweet murmuring,
and let my heart beat,in oneness and with love.
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