To See the Ocean
I need to see the ocean
Although there I don't belong
I need to hear the sound of water
To revive my spirit strong
Indeed, I need that moment
To reflect on my life and pains
To muster all my courage
In life's battles it has waned
I need the peace it can spare me
Because my life has gone astray
Confused are the thoughts inside my head
Bewildered, lost and shamed
I need the ocean to remind me
Compared to him I'm small
Insignificant in so many ways
Humble me, Ocean, I hope
Beside the water I will sit
Under the trees and shade
I shall write a poem, a song, a hymn
Proclaiming wonders I've been graced
When the day has come to pass
And the moon and stars all rise
I shall dream the most beautiful dreams
Yes, great Ocean, will you let me? Can I?
Alas, in the morning when I wake
To find my sorrows drowned
I shall look upon my reflection
A person whole and strong, unbound
Oh, bitter Life, you are all but past
After my journey is done
Because in the ocean I will leave
All of my tears behind
/amra
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I wrote this because I'm dreaming of taking a one-month leave from work and just stay by the seaside and be lazy. I want to reflect and write, away from the crowd and the urban life. Is that too much to ask?
Although there I don't belong
I need to hear the sound of water
To revive my spirit strong
Indeed, I need that moment
To reflect on my life and pains
To muster all my courage
In life's battles it has waned
I need the peace it can spare me
Because my life has gone astray
Confused are the thoughts inside my head
Bewildered, lost and shamed
I need the ocean to remind me
Compared to him I'm small
Insignificant in so many ways
Humble me, Ocean, I hope
Beside the water I will sit
Under the trees and shade
I shall write a poem, a song, a hymn
Proclaiming wonders I've been graced
When the day has come to pass
And the moon and stars all rise
I shall dream the most beautiful dreams
Yes, great Ocean, will you let me? Can I?
Alas, in the morning when I wake
To find my sorrows drowned
I shall look upon my reflection
A person whole and strong, unbound
Oh, bitter Life, you are all but past
After my journey is done
Because in the ocean I will leave
All of my tears behind
/amra
****
I wrote this because I'm dreaming of taking a one-month leave from work and just stay by the seaside and be lazy. I want to reflect and write, away from the crowd and the urban life. Is that too much to ask?


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