Waves Of Oblivion Poem by Kevin Maroney

Rolling ocean, do you call to my mind, past this wall,
a wall to ride upon, as this sea carries me beyond,
Oblivion's a small price to pay,
a pall so sweet as to not deserve the name.

Created without a purpose, it leaves room for endless reach,
as do its shores without an end, its glorious, flat, unending beach,
Lost in the milky whiteness, the frothing rocking sets me forth,
till once again my mind cast in an endless riddle,
without an answer, my mind can cross the ocean, never a piddle,
a sweet ecstatic journey, neverending, in expanse still solved so little.

Never known, the expedition's struck, without a purpose with luck,
can the explorer explore without reaching conclusion,
the purpose of his trek only to find illusion,
mystery dies with its mortal fear, the visionary advancing seer.

As an intellectual, the man meets his match,
till he beholds the endless oceans, never to haul his catch

Pondering he sits,
never to stop, till the the answer of the waves hits.