I
Torrent streams of water
the glass wall impenetrable
to count the drops of time
faltered only by nature
formed in an echo of sound
crucible of hope
scornful to all
II
May I not grasp the telling
of truth be not
Is it honest weights and measures
to calm a storm
Impossible!
to seed a dream indeed
a scorn may I not
dissipate
the true meaning of
life in the blue...
III
Caressing the grounded reef
and pulled forward to
sink in time untold
Life of waves of blue
mixed with white tops
scorned to tell of me not
IV
to grow old
when test of time all bent
forward to see all made known
Yes, I do recall
how I stood tall on
the crest of a wave
the silent power of
mother nature played well
of sequined blue and white
V
Covered by the sunshine of
the precipice to seek now
of old memories
Go...we must
to avoid the time passed
VI
Just my board and I
on a wake of crystal blue
reaching below and ahead
in time reached for us to know
No time to stop but
I must pull forward to make it
VII
I save the best for the rest
never let go of the dream
Yeah, I know my weaknesses
for told to the time go astray
sleep if you must
but that’s not me
Success is a must though elusive
Go, I shall,
I will on the tip of this wave.
Copyright© 2008 Myles Saulibio
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Well done. -gene.
A beautiful poem. I have never been on a surf board, though I have been to Hawaii, seeing many a surfers' on the water. I can only imagine the train of beauty and thought's that rush through ones mind
riding the waves.