OCEAN EYES
As a feeling of satisfaction
Placates the storm within.
Immediately another challenge is posed,
By the sea again.
Far ahead is the wave
Rising from the ocean floor in rage.
The deed is to rise above this wave,
All by my own.
I accept the challenge
And stand again.
My board’s weak
Beaten by sun and rain.
I hear an augury,
All effort will go in vain.
I stare at the rising wave,
It is huge and far away.
I hold the board in my hand
Plead my heart to in my body stay.
I am ready for the challenge
Yes. I am game.
Yet another time. Yet again.
I enter the water lying on my board
A cold current warns me, tries to scare me
I feel the pang
But it lasts not long
I rise and stand on the board.
I feel the force of pure air on my face,
As the infinite sky clears.
The swans flying above leave a shadow trail,
I follow the shadow and jump on the crest.
I come across the anger,
Now filled in the wave.
And rising with the crest,
I feel the pride inside.
Each wave takes me to new heights,
Heights from where I can measure the depth.
The depth of the ocean abyss to which I can fall,
As I try hard and manage to take control,
A strong face reveals and smiles at me.
I realize that the wave can not be conquered.
Could never have been controlled.
It just allows me to ride on…
It just allows me to ride on…
