Treasure Island

Raymond J Wright

Sometimes I Write the Ocean

Sometimes it seems
I always write the ground
I never write the stars, the clouds
Sometimes I write the ocean
But, I never write the sun

I know there’s something there
In the depth of your smile
A moment of inertia
A calculation of infinity
A genteel grace of unknown proportion

… And I know there is something here,

Within the break of my heart
In the storm in my soul
In the salt of my tears
In the freedom of my laughter

Sometimes it seems
I always write the days
I never write the seasons, the moons
Sometimes I write the dusk
But, I never write the dawn

I know there’s something there
In the brilliance of your eyes

©2009 Raymond J Wright

Submitted: Monday, July 27, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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  • Susan Jarvis (8/9/2009 12:29:00 PM)

    A beautiful extended metaphor that addresses every element, every season and every emotion. You have written the ocean and beyond! S :) (Report) Reply

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