A form that transcends tranquility,
An irony in truth.
A roaring chaos in reality,
Forever in its youth.
Reminds me to be grounded,
And tethered to this world.
I feel secure in being bounded,
I don’t need to be heard.
Iridescence pushes through the clouds,
And gently sparkles over the ripples.
With cognizance I feel endowed,
And delight in triples.
Far from home and close to haven,
Love is ubiquitous here.
Sitting across the strong maven,
My demons disappear.
Sand brushes against my fingertips,
My head tilts away from the sea.
A vociferous rumble grips,
And reminds me that I am unfree.