Two Faces, the Sea
Soft flows the ripples near days end, so calm and vast.
Gentle and smooth is your skin, unbroken, untouched
Dancing in hills and valleys to the music of the tender dusk wind.
Deep under the top life does thrive.
Shallow to the human eye yet unfathomable in meaning.
Like liquid silk to even the rough ones touch.
Descends upon your face the magnificent setting sun,
The ball of fire; yellow, orange, violet and red,
Reflected off you to match the splendor of the image fed.
Twinkle and sparkle one last time does your pride,
Illuminating your beauty 10 fold of the sun,
Jealous does get even the magnificent one.
Hiding behind trees, and the ground
Disappears does the mighty sun ashamed of defeat, behind the horizon.
Your downy bright attitude and twinkling snow-white,
Engulfed in a cloak, that dreaded night.
Mysterious and dark or so you seem,
But that same magnificent beauty, even behind your cloak, you do redeem.
Act as a mirror, do you, to the intoxicating goddess of night,
Full and proud she does shine.
Her followers, small but bright speckle your dark cloak with light.
Long became the shadows made by trees upon your skin,
Cold became your flesh like blood of ones who sin.
That eerie silence you now hold broken by a wolf’s howl.
You, mistress of darkness, den of sea serpents past; queens of mystery, and all
else follows.
You, the mysterious enlightened one, with faces two and many more, each within
its own beauty.
To praise thee incompetent am I, I look upon thee, “oh beauty”, I say with a sigh.
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