Steal away - to Oceans forged
From dregs of memories
Them - cast - by frail hands
Turned ironclad by faith
This becomes the force that binds
The paltry substance - Life
To fickle souls like mine
The Oceans mantle - swallows us
In jaws of likely fate
We amble down its swelling maw
A century away
From donning Death - a muted kirtle
That submits our soul to somewhere
Unattainable but within reach
Our hands linger at the edge
Then - drop - to depth unknown to entity
The eddy rounds - and rounds - again
Encircling our unfurled throats
Till breath becomes subdued
Tis then - we rejoin our own
In the belly of the Ocean
The wide sky of Eternity
Our final place to be.
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'Steal away - to Oceans forged
From dregs of memories
Them - cast - by frail hands
Turned ironclad by faith
This becomes the force that binds
The paltry substance - Life
To fickle souls like mine
The Oceans mantle - swallows us
In jaws of likely fate
We amble down its swelling maw
A century away'
what a beautifully worded write!
somewhat epic in scope, but how well you've executed your poetic vision and still managed to distil your message so accessibly relatable,
thanks for sharing dear poet
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