Where do you go when you're weary,
Where do you go when you're sad,
Where do you go when your world's dark and cold
And no comfort is there to be had?
Where do you vent all your anger,
Where do you throw all your hate,
Where do you run when you just need to run
When you turn your life over to fate?
You drown all your cares in the water,
You float all your worries asea,
You rock in the arms of the soft rolling waves
And your mind from its prison flows free;
You gaze at the stars in the heaven,
Your thoughts become one with the moon,
You realize the wonder of all that you are
'Cross the heavens your worries are strewn;
Now you are one with the water,
You've given yourself to the sea,
The sailor comes home to the ocean -
Your spirit from bondage set free.
Aye Aye! ! Completely agree with you.One can just lose one self and become one with nature. Wonderfully said with just the right words and rythm. TO
To be held up by the loving arms of the Mother of life. What you have written is so very true...the touch of the water, flowing around you, floating...looking at the stars. Are you drawn to water? Something so eternal in foam, waves, depth. Great write! xxElysabeth
There is a wonderful tranquility to this poem... almost a lullaby effect. Well done, Linda! ! Brian
Really liked this piece, great rhythm and flow. Maybe a typo: 'And you mind from its prison flows free ' your instead of you? Lovely, though. -chuck
A perfect prescription for the personal ills of modern life. Reconnect to the world which our inner being and senses are tuned to. All perfectly contained in a wondrous weaving of images in these five fluid and very poetic stanzas. Sublime! x jim
This is a poetic masterpiece - I love the way you've set it out and the thoroughly satisfying rhyme and rhythm and, of course - the subject matter. The blue and the waves and the salt and the air and the warmth - a feast for the senses and a balm for a tortured soul. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CLEARLY AWESOME WORK, MIDNIGHT...FROM BOW TO STERN! Amazing, perfectible metering....Structure crisp & as mellifluous as a coin tossed 'cross a glaced ice-pond....Nice storylne & i think as meter & rhythm go....this may be your finest piece in those principal areas...Kudos & a hearty & salted AYE-AYE! Frank/F j R