Staring into somber soulless space A decaying mind-muse Peaceful, seeping grace and Gazing night-time views A calm void of colour-stain Unheard voices, unknown motion Repressed reflections of pain Creeping into the bloodless ocean Waves pounding, pulling you with the sand Memories fading at the sea-shore's command Lying in a shivering chill It's too late, it's too late Cold-cut, diseased and ill - Cured as the Ocean's churn sedates Floating to a sea-struck fate Glaring into heaven's sky It's too late, it's too late, as Sleeping eyes watch sea gulls fly
Awesome piece, I love the seamless blend of the theme of dreams and the ocean. Keep up the good work!
