Taylor Coleman

(7/26/94 / Memphis, TN)

Towards the Sea


Warm sea salt and ocean's brine
Lifts dull spirits that contently reside
In the souls of broken pride
Rocking boats and clean white sails
Follow night's star's golden glares
To a place far, far away
Where grown youth can come to play
In one's faithful, soulful journey-
Now on the sea, there is no more yearning

We ourselves, mix into our own reality
As lone, but grateful submarines
Sinking low and diving deeper
Into a sea of equal dreamers
Towards the sea and ocean's way
Where there is no law to say
That this is what we do today
That this is what we have to face

In this sea of possibilities
Where the mind and body travel lightly
We all wait for tomorrow's wake
And towards the sea, we come to make
Future promises that we will lay
Down in stone and above the waves
And into what the sea cannot take
A simple life bound to it's way

Submitted: Friday, October 15, 2010

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  • Jean Dament (10/15/2010 5:53:00 PM)

    I loved how you wove your ideas about the sea & life together here so well. There is a lovely natural flow of rhythm & rhyme too within. I gave it a 10.


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