Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Ocean

Waves arise on the ocean,
traveling they know not where.

Waves arise on the ocean,
traveling near and far.

Waves arise and fall,
collapse and merge.

The lighthouse is steady
on the shore.

The light shines for
one and all.

Waves are moving on the Ocean.
All are going home.

Each has its journey unplanned,
back to the sea.

2 comments:

No One In Particular said...

Lovely stuff Maury.

Svante Odmark said...

Each has its journey unplanned. Beautful! The sense of "having" a journey to make - yet, no amount of planning will make it other than unplanned...