Oceanic
As your pliant hands resurge
every night of oblivion
no matter how terse,
no matter salient,
your flagrant subtlety
jeopardizes my frailty
and these obdurate sea walls
can never be your frontier
You are the sapphire ocean -
the unrivaled beauty of its infinity,
the moon on its stark reflection,
the enigma of its moonless nights,
the soigné tremors on its skin,
the lulls of its horizontal vertigo,
and the peril of its silence
You are the azure pall
of my lonely drowning planet
Sometimes I forget you,
but your saline susurrations will
pick up to remind my scorched skin
Sometimes I forget you,
but I always thirst to reckon
your unfathomable depth
and shallow trifle of attention
Whilst you buoy the hefty
in you, I sank weightlessly
deeper and deeper, impenetrably -
slowly and haplessly
I flummoxed into your quicksand
without a footprint left
But I still endure, obstinately
because your shores
is full of beautiful sunsets
all looking the same
yet progressively inveigling
in its pristine melancholy
You are my moor in liberty,
my oceanic odyssey
poem by Norman Santos
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