Posts Tagged ‘waves’

Waves of Dark by Yol Swan

Darkness creeps in quietly,
like a swift, masterful thief,
resurrecting waves of pain
from unexpected places
and invisible wounds.

The present shifts into unpredictable
yet familiar ghosts
stuttering past hurts,
turning friends into enemies,
and dreams into hopelessness.

Deep secrets awaken
a recurring sense of disrepair
of promises half broken,
unrequited affections,
and deserted desires.

Wave upon wave, grief feeds
on the reflection
of its own shadow,
relentlessly seeking expectations
to bear more disappointment.

Yet from the gripping despair
of dark, empty memories
of past lifetimes and lifelines
emerges a liberating lightness
of being,
a peaceful flash of truth
whispering softly from within.
Let go.


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At the Beach

Birds flying over the sea

The sun sets in the distance,
as the breeze caresses my skin,
and the ocean orchestrates
an ethereal symphony of water.

The clouds shape the face of an angel
watching me with a smile
and slowly fading away
into a remote, lighter region.

Absorbed and abstracted
by the beauty and roaring
of the waves, people walk by
without looking at each other.

Seagulls and white pelicans
swiftly glide in circles,
looking for a potential prey
or any food left on the sand.

Undisturbed by the brightness
of the sun’s sharp reflection,
a few children frolic and laugh,
allowing the waves to pull
and push their shiny bodies,
and splash their bellies.

Sun, ocean, and wind
slowly penetrate my perception,
lulling me into a hypnotic state
where I cannot hear me thinking,
nor do I want to,
and my mind is completely clear.

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Old drifwood and plant sprouting

Time is an illusion,
an idea trapped in the web
of conceptual tangles
and ephemeral lifelines,
a treacherous thief
attempting to deceive the infinite.

Yet time is weighing on me,
crawling on behind me
with attachments and regrets
spiraling from the past,
bearing down on my aging bones.

I feel the pull
of dragging, dark, hopeless fears,
and too familiar scars creeping in,
on the layers of this moment,
like distant yet resonant waves
orchestrating an ocean
of wrong perceptions.

Yesterday does not exist.
There is nowhere for me to go
save forward,
past the delusion of time
and the tempting decoys
of my emotional maze,
into the heartening uncertainty
of what awaits beyond.

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Water Butterfly photo collage

Tell me, dear friend,
my partner, my lover,
when did you touch the sky
to draw birds with your eyes
and let the moon cast shadows
to delineate your smile?

When was the last time
you danced with the mountains,
walked on the clouds,
and followed a rainbow?

Tell me, my dear,
how far did you go
to catch a glimpse of truth
and steal the ocean blue
that I see in your eyes?

Did you pray for a signal
or a whisper divine?
Did you trade with the sea
all the waves in your mind?

Did you ache? Did you cry?
Did you sing to the shadows
you were leaving behind?

Do tell, my dearest,
are you ready to join me
on a trip to the stars?

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