Sea


Today I celebrated life!


Sunset


The sea whispers

Breath comes in and then out

In a distance it sweet roar

Crescendos in a swell

Of soft breeze travels through

I feel tranquilizing sleep

We try to linger in the unknown

We are just too human

So I fall asleep with feelings

 

Copyrighted:  CMM  2019

I Belong


 

There are places where I walk  not to be noticed.

While other places I blend in crowds and smile.

There are places I fear to walk  without stumbling

Other places I only stay for a while.

But, there is one place I know I belong

It is constantly changing around me.

The place of cool calming waters,

This place is called the sea.

 

Copyrighted:2019  CMM

A time for reflection



A summer’s dream

Running with Pegasus


 

Mounting Pegasus under morning night,

we take to wings of running flight.

Among stars and constellations,

entered in morning night.

A falling star drops just ahead,

a silent wish is quickly said.

Into the mystic morning show,

Pegasus and I have nothing to dread.

Heralded by seagulls awaking,

the birds in faint light start taking.

To song and flutter as we pass,

all a part of the morning making.

This runner’s flight crossed into light

from a mystic morning flight.

Pegasus and I ride into red glow

dripping sun just in sight.

copyright: CMM  2010

She and the Sea


Her soul needed refreshing 

she returned to the sea

when the waves came, her troubles leave

her hair played with the wind

her smile swept across her face

she felt the universe give back her grace

early morning from darkness to light

rise into colors of orange, pink, reds 

she nodded and watched, no words said

Her soul needed refreshing 

she returns always to the sea

where the waves come, her troubles leave 

Copyrighted:  2017 CMM

Tides


Rushing

towards me in rhythm

pushing, pulling in tides

of undertow and strong currents.

I rest, for the tides of my soul

are brought into the life of the sea.

Copyrighted:  CMM  2011

The Path


Wet morning sand stick to my feet

 

while brown seaweed breaks into my path.

 

I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.

 

Watchful without pretention or notice

 

sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing

 

past me, as I step into the path.

 

On the shores morning and evening meet always.

 

Reflection of all time before me, and after me,

 

will continue long after my footprints are no longer

 

wet to my feet; deep into my path.

 

Copyrighted:  2016 CMMimg_1107