OCEAN

Mother Earth's womb,
her fecund, saline waters,
here, we stirred to life;
from her songs of past
and future joys, our life
blood sprang forth. 

Tales of Time she told
wove our primordial hearts
beating in unison with hers,
echoing the voices of 
distant stars, the very 
sounds of the Universe's
infant wails.

Her joyful reminiscences
of worlds past conceived
our souls, by her dreams of
the Infinite rendered buoyant,
volant, ever seeking the 
etheric path Home. 

Myriad sorrows birthed 
our forms, these fragile 
frames her sobs and sighs 
contrived, her filial longing 
wrought our senses, 
vestiges of her anguish, 
our mortal suffering.

Thence we emerged, 
cast adrift into turmoil,
now bereft of Mother's
doctrine. Thither do
we journey, yearning for
her arms to rock us into
eternal slumber.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: BETWEEN THE WAVES
Source: www.wikiart.org
Artist: Ivan Aivazovsky