The Raging Deep

I stand, facing the roaring deep I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep A most wonderful sight A most phenomenal sight Waves, unleashing their fury Waves, battling, wild and free Waves, tainted with all the shades of blue Beautiful, accompanied by their foamy tattoo It is almost as if those waves are angry Angry, simply to be Angry, for they know not why do they roar Angry, wanting to be soothing, but having to move the seafloor I stand, facing them, And feel in their rage, my own mayhem Yes, there, in front of me, does be a violent pandemonium And there, inside of me, does be a similar fiery abysm Waves, surrounding on all sides, my birthright Waves, reminding me of the power of fate Why, however rich and historical does be the past Nothing, nothing about it does ever last Such a powerful havoc Wanting it seems, to give the shores a shock Or, wanting to reach them, to die in their cliffs Out of love, or just acting blindly, lost in its own grief Pray, majestic are the waves as they keep crashing with determination Here, in this world, we all do act out our duties Even if we find no meaning in these docilities For only in doing such, we shall all get our redemption I stand, facing the roaring deep Jolted, startled from my petrified sleep Waves, tumultuous and fulminating Waves, facing me, waves, in me, waves, all soul inspiring! Monday 15 August 2016 Inspired by the slashing waves at Les Roches Qui Pleurent Mauritius