A grave little poem to go with the grim September weather of Seattle. I really don't know where this came from, but somewhere inside, this is what it feels like. As usual I write from my experiences....but I don't know what experience would cause me to feel like this. Enjoy anyway! :-)
--Love,
Megha
End of Life
Looking ahead,
At Life in front of me,
A vast ocean I see.
Quiet, Serene, Deep and still Blue
Solemnly I sit at it’s banks,
Bathing in the racing darkness.
Waiting for a promised Ferry
Eloquent in it’s silence
It beckons me to begin
Without Ferryman or Light or
Even the Wind for my sails
My feet hesitate and
My steps are unsure.
For I know that when,
The black waters embrace
This skin, surely
I am to drown in it’s passion
There is no other shore to this Sea
There is nowhere to arrive
But a journey must be begun
The darkness is complete,
The waves hasten to
Tug at my shores
But I push them away for
Another day
The Moon rises and I wish
Upon all the stars
That my Ferryman may soon come
So my travels may end
---Megha (08/31/2010)
