A solitary soul settles on a distant, desolate shore;
Her thoughts as deep and dark and vast
as the opaque ocean floor;
Her manic mind she's meditating, her
strewn thoughts she's organizing;
It's near time for the cracking dawn as
she awaits the Great Sun rising.
Sea birds skimming and sailing above
serene, sapphired seas;
Her troubled thoughts come rolling in with waves as the surf breaks at her knees;
Like the tides her feelings ebb and flow
to the endless chant of the oceans;
Great Sun slowly stirs on the horizon
as it soothes her disorderly emotions.
She spreads her arms and tilts her head
towards the blue-grey skies;
The stars are fading, the darkness fading
as Great Sun begins its rise;
Light illuminates the wandering waters
with a dazzling display of reflections;
Her ebulient spirit soars towards the source
as she weeps at her own imperfections.
Flares of flaming hues flash off the
eternal ocean's mirrored plane;
Where once her emotions were perilous
a blissful calmness now remains;
With her spirit now invigored she speaks
a word of reverend praise;
Her soul imbued with a radiant glow as
Great Sun ambles on its ways.
The young girl once uncertain and afraid
leaves the barren shores a woman wise;
"I am Moon," she whispers proudly, as her essence begins to de_materialize;
Great Sun ascends its throne endowing
the lands with the gift of life and light -
A universal paradigm of the timeless re-enactment between the day and night.
☀️⭐🌛
©nomad
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