My body an ocean;
the blood running in my veins the ocean current flowing endlessly;
my heart the restless waves meeting the shoreline;
and my soul tucked somewhere in the deepest parts of the seabed.
My love for sea is deep; I could behold the movement of the sometimes calm, sometimes savage waters, breathe the salty air, let the sea breeze dance around me, listen to the ocean's roar and watch the waves break week after week and never get weary of it. My longing for sea is infinite, and it will quite never ease for good. I want to live at sea, perhaps have a small cabin on an island; it would lie on the edge of a forest, where the forest meets the shoreline. Imagine being able not to only see but feel the sea every morning and every night of your life. Some day, some day.
Just reading this, I can taste the ocean's brine! This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI also love the sea, but something about it frightens me too. Though living at the edge of a forest and near the sea sounds absolutely perfect. (Because the forest is where my dryad-heart belongs.)
Thank you dear!
ReplyDeleteI understand where you're coming from, something about the sea frightens me too. To me, I think it's the infinite depths.
I'm now a little puzzled, I'm not sure if I have an ocean-heart or a dryad-heart, for I love the sea and forests equally. However, I could never imagine living without being surrounded by forests, they're part of me, perhaps even more than sea. I think my soul belongs to the forest and my heart to the sea. Yes that must be it.
Yes, I think that may be it. Also the creatures that dwell in those depths. *shudders*
ReplyDeleteOh, I do so love that idea! I am not yet sure what my soul belongs to... I shall have to ponder that. :)