A Poem of Oceana's Embrace - By N.L. Belardes
Thank you for not dying yesterday. You know who you are.
A poem for you:
Near the waters of Oceana’s glowing waves lies paradise,
broken dreams, and sunken pirate ships tucked in old havens.
She sits near cities of lost languages
in the hope of angels and merciful longings.
There is a dinner among the laughter of friends.
The angels swarm to her light;
and then a moment to stop breathing,
to feel the mist of paradise,
a fog not so different than the seashore;
waves against rocks in a swirling rainstorm.
Eyes closing, losing the consciousness of life,
hearing now tunes to a ghostly pitch,
familiar conversations muddied and lost.
The storm is braved. Sea vessels capsize,
tossing life into a foggy sea.
Her moment of life lost and she knows it,
feels the weight of the breathless,
Then drifts into a dream of eternal embrace.
She is there for but a moment.
She lets go and comes back;
a distant love on the seashores,
Oceana’s embrace,
a stormy Earth of water and lust.
The angels still swarm,
one pauses in the light,
reaches down and opens her eyes.
A poem for you:
Near the waters of Oceana’s glowing waves lies paradise,
broken dreams, and sunken pirate ships tucked in old havens.
She sits near cities of lost languages
in the hope of angels and merciful longings.
There is a dinner among the laughter of friends.
The angels swarm to her light;
and then a moment to stop breathing,
to feel the mist of paradise,
a fog not so different than the seashore;
waves against rocks in a swirling rainstorm.
Eyes closing, losing the consciousness of life,
hearing now tunes to a ghostly pitch,
familiar conversations muddied and lost.
The storm is braved. Sea vessels capsize,
tossing life into a foggy sea.
Her moment of life lost and she knows it,
feels the weight of the breathless,
Then drifts into a dream of eternal embrace.
She is there for but a moment.
She lets go and comes back;
a distant love on the seashores,
Oceana’s embrace,
a stormy Earth of water and lust.
The angels still swarm,
one pauses in the light,
reaches down and opens her eyes.
This entry was posted by N.L. Belardes, on
Wednesday, January 18, 2006.
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Nice poem.
And it was good talking with you at lunch.
H.
My Dearest Nickadoodle ,
Thank you so very much for the incredible poem and the sweet concern. I do indeed know who I am . Thank you so for being you .. reason enough to rejoice ...
Hey N.L.Nice poem, a sweet touch needed to day by all of us ...Thanks
you make me wanna cry... for good reason...
that's a beautiful poem.
Need to know more ! Who ? when ?where ? Great Poem , by the way.
What a beautiful poem... thanks for reminding all of us there is reason to rejoice.
Thanks H., thanks friends, and thanks to second chances in tragic moments that seem hopeless.
This is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it! Hope to see you some time on Wednesday night; it's at 7pm, Russo's Books Marketplace. You would be most welcome.
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