Friday, April 22, 2011


When she jolts on the high seas,
I get shaken and can hardly sleep.
The ocean below me, I know, is deep.
And i feel numb, every time I peep.

When I think of it, I tremble in terror.
My heart is griped by constant fear.
And when in need of some ease and calm,
I think of you, in my arms.

Your face in my mind looks so sweet,
And me with hard ground under my feet,
That serene place where we always meet.
and the soft grass beneath.

Do u remember the scented breeze?
The ducks, the pond and the wading gees
The soft sun that sets in the west.
In our lands where our hearts rest.

1 comment:

  1. In the scale of vastness , yes we are minuscule, like a boat in the ocean. But when our thoughts become ocean, every feeling gets to the size of a minuscule!!
    Nice one; keep writing