ocean – Hearts Still Care

The iridescent blue
Called to me once
The sky so far, the sea so strange,
Their turmoils, their dance.

The heat of Lanka
Baking the core of earth
And from its bloodied loins
Gave a Saturn birth

He was imprisoned
Under a throne
And I wonder
If I hear him moan

Riddled and lost
I write to make sense
The price rises high
When matter is less dense

But why blame matter
Gods there be, or you
The sea holds no promises
She can never be true

The sky makes the sun
Moon, and stars debate
Even feathers fall
Even air has weight

Put your hands in mud
Does it lie?
Is green better than blue,
Does it not die?

I seek forever
In an insignificant life
Look at humanity becoming
All of earth’s strife

But I look to me
And despite vanity
I become these colours
I am this reality

I have always searched for roots.
Being adrift in space
Is never what I wanted.
I wanted a quaint place

I could call home; my solace
Where I could be just me,
With hot chocolate and books
And love for company.

I have sought for strong anchors
To stop my wayward drift;
Something heavy that no storm
Could possibly lift.

I found them in what I read,
In what I loved and knew,
In what I wrote and learned,
In what I danced and drew.

I became an anchor then;
Roots was what I became;
I dug into the sea bed,
Made a tree of my name.

If you choose to see this,
As being stuck for all time,
I must set you to sea,
Your fruit was never mine.

Perhaps out in the ocean,
Drifting in colder air,
I dare say, you’ll find your peace,
Devoid of me and care.

Perhaps out in the free air,
Like pollen with no aim,
You will just be –
No flower must you tame.

I stay here anchored fast,
Rooted to my haloed ground,
I shall read and drink and love,
No complaint shall resound,

From cold ocean and warm earth,
I look upward to sky:
I am here. Here I live,
Here I love. Here I die.

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