Of Ecstasy...
Beyond the horizon lies the gray
that rests between your feet, delicately.
Waves ripple and glide past the footsteps,
Silently washing off your prints afar,
Uncomplaining in tender reverence.
You raise your arms as if to embrace the sea.
I see twilight, I feel air gently hushing by.
The crimson Sun is at its last breath
And caresses you with quiet blessings.
As your innocence reflects upon
the gracing Sun and the soothing sea
I stand mute and mesmerized...
... Oblivious of the rest as the triad touches me
And I cry, just.
SoUmY@
[p.s. -> This post of mine is inspired by the picture atop.that rests between your feet, delicately.
Waves ripple and glide past the footsteps,
Silently washing off your prints afar,
Uncomplaining in tender reverence.
You raise your arms as if to embrace the sea.
I see twilight, I feel air gently hushing by.
The crimson Sun is at its last breath
And caresses you with quiet blessings.
As your innocence reflects upon
the gracing Sun and the soothing sea
I stand mute and mesmerized...
... Oblivious of the rest as the triad touches me
And I cry, just.
SoUmY@
I thank Jennifer for letting me share this. And this piece goes to Angel.]
Comments
*winks*
lovely poem....the last line brought lumps to my throat.
extremely sundry.
Hi :)
@ Pragsy
Lol, nothing like that. She is a kid even to you. Glad that you liked it. :)
@ Anisha
Thank you for visiting. Your words have a comforting effect if I may add.
@ Sashu
overjoyed with your presence. Thank you miss.
@ Jennifer
Yes please bring in my chief guest here. And you do not need to say anything either. Thank you.
ps: blogrolling you :) so keep sharing your wonderful words !
This moving and tender poem, makes me cry too.
Jenny, your daughter is so beautiful, and this poem is so perfect for her :)
The triad of the sun sea and her, is a moving picture too!
Jenny, your Angel os so angelic. I thank Soumya because of whom I got to see her with the setting sun and flowing breeze...
Some come as blessings in disguise..
Thanks for this joyful experience once again.I am overwhelmed..
The loss we actually gain as life passes have such beauty attached to them...
meenakshi
IF a moment could stop by to blow such ecstasy on us, we'd be grateful to the 'Create'or, just, as much as we are to the creator of this piece. :)