High Seas

Everything is sublime
Here at the high seas;
It's deep and calm,
With clear horizons and
No islands;
That's where they all
Seem to find me;

Puzzled, they assert
I am not well;
Or may be have caught a cold,
They speculate,
When I smile and question-
Is it indeed so?

Amazed with myself,
I realise
I am missing my
Twinkles and dimples;
As much as they are
Missing their abode;
For these are not as
Strong willed as us;

What to say of
The toes, the eyes, the mouth,
The fingers, the abdomen, the folds;

The words, the philosophy
The concepts,
All evaporate before you;
Life is to be lived,
Flowing or pouring,
Brimming or dripping;
Not to judge,
Half empty or full;

I have no cause for a grudge,
For all states of matter suit me;
Liquid with you,
Solid without you,
Air in such moments of presence;
When the buoyancy of my heart,
If not your hands,
Lifts me;

And my mind flies with the thought-
Your essence like my nectar,
Is unique.






Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-09-08 at 18:46

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
As are you and your writings - good - unique.
Ken
2016-09-09