The sun settles itself beyond the horizon,
With a gathering mist clouding the ocean,
I stand like a figurehead at the dock’s edge.
I watch the ships I harbour with much devotion.
I turn my back to the sea ablur,
A great wave looms over my back.
In the darkest of nights, I am engulfed,
By a seething mass of black.
The sun tentatively peaks over the water’s surface,
On my back I lie, facing the sky blue,
My eyes are closed, but other senses heightened,
I feel how life is soon due.
God lies within the essence of living.
To that there is much I would say,
But no one will listen to a tale drenched in sorrow,
When the morning sunlight floods the pathway of today.
The jungle chatter is smothered by a thick canopy,
I gather the birds I spotted from a clearing to the sky,
Each is coloured and varied like a prayer. Over the world’s edge not many can fly.