Soul Of The Sea Poem by Allison Riches

Soul of the Sea



As life’s years become more fragile
Dispersed like petals caught on a breeze,
We start to realise they’re sparks of phosphorescence
As delicate as child’s fingers that touch the soul of the seas

It would seem the we capture intense fleeting glimpses
Of life’s real passion, thus ability to feel;
Its sad that it takes pure tragedy and pain,
In order to understand what is genuine and real.

So to accept the torturous tragedies of life
Allows us to enter a private room,
Where there’s only you, your soul, and the sea,
And the sparkling phosphorescence of the moon.

Copyright, Allison riches,2008 (13.7.8)