The Search

The tranquil music of the waves

Silence of the violent seas

Vibrant, riotous beauty of colours

Of slowly breaking dawn

Waiting for the Sun's first rays

Glimpses of gold lighting up the dark

A curtain of silver clouds

I watch a tiny boat bobbing

Surviving the rough, mighty waves

Its jostling rhythm riding in tune

I wait for a long awaited smile

To somehow reach my lips

For empty eyes to sparkle

Tired heart to flutter once more

Where have I reached today

That there remains no beyond

No prayers for the future

Or the pangs of nostalgia

Just this quiet acceptance

And some questions hanging in the air

A solitary walk along the beach

Perhaps as lonely as life itself

How endless this expanse seems

Stretching ahead, bland, constant

As meaningless as existence itself

Merely a cosmic experience

To live, to love, to lose, to learn

Feel it all, and still be in search

Of some meaning to define ourselves

Some fragile reason to keep holding on