December 12, 2012
Simplicity
Blistering cold winds of echoing seagulls
Gazing upon an ocean you resemble
Your memories in comparison to the
Ocean of what makes you today.
What is an ocean but a sea of consecutive drops?
At final rest one can wonder, can one be at peace?
Being hand in hand with your beloved,
Wishing to be no where else but here,
You think to yourself there can be such
A connection as solitude and contentment.
As living out your years of life
And evolving wisdom of past
Karma, one can notice life
Is just the beginning
And death is no end.