Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Spirit of the Sea

Astrogeranimo waddle daddle beezlebub napkins with honey bee wax. Sparkling springwater, cast upon by the image of the midnight moon. An impression so smooth that it makes the forest green with envy. In the blink of an eye your essence flashes by. An eternity, a calm serenity. Time slows down, like a lazy dog at an abandoned yarn. Such an effect is cast upon me. The thought of your presence makes me quiver not unlike the turbulence in a river which is lonely until one day it meets the sea. I am like a mirror, but I do not shatter. Instead I tear and batter, drowning among the waves. As I drown into the sunset, such a fragile balance unset, some said. I will always remember thee my love.

Sighed, The lonely Spirit of the sea.