shore and sea, meet me here

shore and sea, meet me here

(an epitome of a well fed hollow)

I'd feel the sadness of the sea, unable to hold onto shore

Only with the breeze, it got to the front door

I'd fill what the sea might feel in a reel, 'cause it's all the same for me, a ruthless bore

I've adapted to a world where feel is not something to peel, a relentless torture and more

So, I keep going with what I've known to be right, must, just, in its truthfullness

A tremble, by and by became too much, it's the overflowing sea inside howling in search, for a shore it's trying to reach, tearing crust in utter trance

An ease of heart emerge, "Is this the chateau where I'd invite myself for eternal slumber?", it dwells in resonance

The remark left with a reverberating return, put me in a churning, haunting, agitation,

"The world will eventually fold itself to an answer, yet the question still echoes within", from one of the world still standing beautifully romanticist, Helena Natasha

It is humming, still dwells within

Unhinged thoughts gather every last of its undead ideas, proof of life's banality

Will It meet I, 

before the grit ends with foolish cry?

before life's luminosity die in dye?

of what color you might ask, reminiscing in why

fanciful green drowning in crimson, dilates with charming blue of the marine, in its caressing tides, kissing every last whit of my drifting plié

bask me in breathtaking colorway

It took my breath away

Here I am a stowaway, for I am a critter in Poseiden's heavenly archway