| Spiritual Poetry
posted September 8, 2021
A beautiful mystery indeed!
The winds will howl,
The sea will flex its rowdy muscles,
And without empathy.
In that heartless turmoil, I will ply my boat.
It is my right.
It is my joy and my bane, written in blurred ink.
Didn't you know that this beautiful sky was made for me too?
It is here because I am here,
A song sung by the mighty Storyteller.
Of me he sings and of the sea,
Hills and mountains,
Of sunsets and sunrises.
Of life too.
Still somewhere between the unseen folds,
He hides the truth, only he knows.
Only he knows who will find him finally,
The sea, the wolves or me.
and 2 member cents.
You need to login
to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.
© Copyright 2022.
All rights reserved.
has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.