The Ocean

Children race under curtains of sun where kites fly laced in joyous delight Echoes of childhood still remain of melancholy play , forever locked in wistful refrain As days of bucket and spade pass away Trapped in endless blue, the sun shines bright, while fleecy clouds turn pure white Sparkling and clean the waters race, side by side to crash on lonely shores reflecting the joy of childish faces Winds blow , clouds fly as mountains turn in ominous skies And she stirs as rain blurs the interface of sea and sky The mountainous waves speak in tones of thundering grace, ask me now for I do not lie Blackness descends , the winds do howl ,life comes cheaply , she replies Swept away in a lovers quarrel , the rage kept locked away She acts now in magnificent display Feelings of anger , jealousy and rage Till at length she calms herself , her fury abated to all things related The golden sands once again in mid-day sun Rainbows grow in shimmering mists And still I wait to see what mood exists Time is suspended for who knows how long, the seas are calm and pure as glass And all is normal , feelings of love again at last