Age of Aquarius
An Original Poem by Sheridan Rice
The roar of the ocean fills my ear
As the waves relentlessly surge the shore
Composed of soft, granular sand--
Ancient and worn,
Yet more selfless than those who trample on it.
The glorious sun radiates down on Earth
Beaming onto my skin and delving into my body
As if it were a receptacle of a flower
Stimulated to grow by the guiding star of
The universe.
The heat conquers my body, warms my heart,
And prompts my mind to reflect
Like the light beaming from the sun
On the glistening yet unknown empire
Deeper than is known to mankind.
Digging my hands into the dusty ground,
I pick up the sand
Then let it sift through my weakened fingers.
The particles float through the wind
Lacking strength against the dominating air.
Air is like time: an essence.
In the midst of our youth, time seems eternal.
Anything is possible
And our juvenile souls thrive
From the unbounded curiosity
Our naïve minds hold.
Even now our credulous and narcissistic eyes
Are unsuspecting to the seemingly calm
Yet roaring, relentless forces
Surging beneath the scintillating waters.
The waters are a wavering constant.
Swelling and pulsing,
Taking and retracting,
Roaring and whimpering,
They occupy more territory than any life,
Yet remain magnanimous.
The oceans simply provide: nature and nurture.
They are the protector of abundance.
They are the imperial home to many.
They are the comforter of hopeful and greedy souls
Who desire more from the world,
More from themselves
And turn to waters for that inexplicable comfort
Only nature can give.
Green, fluorescent, slimy algae,
Killer mammals seeking new prey,
Intentional schools of wandering fish,
Sunken manufactured ships and trinkets,
The ocean has it all.
Innocence and experience:
Small aspirations devoid of childish wonder
Mixed with prodigious, infinite jest
Lost in the darkened sea
Of unknown knowledge.
Untouchable and unaffected by the elements
The cool composure of the vast sea serves it well
As it dominates the ruthless elements.
Wind gives a tickling ripple;
Fire an extinguishing sizzle,
And light a reflection of wonder and worth
We minute organisms have
In the competitive game of life.
Death is inevitable despite the spirit of youth
Frolicking along the shore and plunging in the waves,
But the ocean will continue to reign
And provide the unrequited peace we seek
During our own Age of Aquarius.
Age of Aquarius an age that the world has just entered or is about to enter, believed by some to signal a period of peace and harmony.
As the waves relentlessly surge the shore
Composed of soft, granular sand--
Ancient and worn,
Yet more selfless than those who trample on it.
The glorious sun radiates down on Earth
Beaming onto my skin and delving into my body
As if it were a receptacle of a flower
Stimulated to grow by the guiding star of
The universe.
The heat conquers my body, warms my heart,
And prompts my mind to reflect
Like the light beaming from the sun
On the glistening yet unknown empire
Deeper than is known to mankind.
Digging my hands into the dusty ground,
I pick up the sand
Then let it sift through my weakened fingers.
The particles float through the wind
Lacking strength against the dominating air.
Air is like time: an essence.
In the midst of our youth, time seems eternal.
Anything is possible
And our juvenile souls thrive
From the unbounded curiosity
Our naïve minds hold.
Even now our credulous and narcissistic eyes
Are unsuspecting to the seemingly calm
Yet roaring, relentless forces
Surging beneath the scintillating waters.
The waters are a wavering constant.
Swelling and pulsing,
Taking and retracting,
Roaring and whimpering,
They occupy more territory than any life,
Yet remain magnanimous.
The oceans simply provide: nature and nurture.
They are the protector of abundance.
They are the imperial home to many.
They are the comforter of hopeful and greedy souls
Who desire more from the world,
More from themselves
And turn to waters for that inexplicable comfort
Only nature can give.
Green, fluorescent, slimy algae,
Killer mammals seeking new prey,
Intentional schools of wandering fish,
Sunken manufactured ships and trinkets,
The ocean has it all.
Innocence and experience:
Small aspirations devoid of childish wonder
Mixed with prodigious, infinite jest
Lost in the darkened sea
Of unknown knowledge.
Untouchable and unaffected by the elements
The cool composure of the vast sea serves it well
As it dominates the ruthless elements.
Wind gives a tickling ripple;
Fire an extinguishing sizzle,
And light a reflection of wonder and worth
We minute organisms have
In the competitive game of life.
Death is inevitable despite the spirit of youth
Frolicking along the shore and plunging in the waves,
But the ocean will continue to reign
And provide the unrequited peace we seek
During our own Age of Aquarius.
Age of Aquarius an age that the world has just entered or is about to enter, believed by some to signal a period of peace and harmony.
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