purgatoryboy

She is called the cruel mistress; the sea.   Cold and callous, bringing both life and death in equal measure and with complete indifference. There is beauty in her, imbued with a multitude of blues and greens.  Light dances off crests in the sunlight as the waves carry the glorious reflection to the horizon.  Deceptive in it's occasional tranquility, calm waters ease the senses with docile abandon.  From magestic expanses of deep cobbalt to the slinking shorelines, whispering sweet serenades with the sounds of ebb and flow. Yet the truce is temporary and with time's progression the gentle lapping quickens, shallow peaks and troughs vying to

I placed my heart in a wooden box And hid it underground I covered it in layers of earth Just waiting to be found Beneath the bows of mighty oak I left my secret deep A hidden wonder in the dark A secret safe to keep I wandered far away from there Through fields, below trees I journeyed far to forget the box Past mountains, over seas So seasons passed and years went by My soul it came to rest Prepared to reclaim love anew A re-established quest I retraced steps the way I came And hunted for the tree Yet nowhere could the place be found Forever lost to me Perhaps someone will find my heart In a box underground A love beneath layers of ear