Deep blue swells tossing back and forth,
rocking and jostling my thoughts.
“Wake up”, says the insistent whisper of waves.
Moist, salty sea air mists down over my face
kissing it and gently caressing.
Wind whips through my hair.
Nature soothing, healing, and nudging me
to be at peace,
to feel my power
to feel my purpose
to know all is truly well.
The sea is awake and stirring my inner voice.
Healing my heart and mind
Thrilling, yet calming my soul.
Peace covers me like a soft, warm blanket.
Joy fills my spirit,
Tears drip in gratitude
For time standing still
with no deadlines
no requirements, just being.
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I wrote a poem after a short cruise that I called, Relaxing. While I didn't think it was one of my better poems, I have found that a lot of people have found it on my website. Everyone seems to be looking for a place to escape to and the ocean seems to provide that. Alex Haley told me that the only place he could get free to write after Roots was on a tramp steamer out on the ocean.
Ron