Much like the ocean,

peaceful and serene,

transitioning tides,

turn calm to chaotic.
 

Influential pull,

consequently shifts,

roaring with rage,

colliding waves crash.

In search of a source,

to brighten my path,

I offer reflection,

should light ever strike.

All the while, I dance,

mad in my mystery,

banishing secrets,

deep in my depths.

Gown of the moonlight,

draped on the surface,

sways with the ocean,

a sky and sea waltz.

My thoughts are the waves,

they come and they go,

capricious cadence,

of mind's melody.

I fear a disruption,

in this ocean moon rhythm,

should my thoughts cut in,

or sing out of tune.

Yet the glowing reflection,

of the flowing moon gown,

moves with the waves,

intact and unchanged.

I search for what's hidden,

in this glistening ocean,

shameful of greed,

unfulfilled, I remain.

I hunger for truth,

I crave to know meaning,

deeper than the ocean,

brighter than the moon.

Angered introspections,

it should be enough,

frustration thunders,

storm rumbles within.

Will I know satisfaction?

on the cusp of a wind storm,

then a wave washes over,

to quiet my questions.

I realize the ocean,

vast canvas of blue,

radiates an illusion,

by source of the day.

The night's shining sea,

painted with moonlight,

Is work of reflection,

from an artist beyond.

I'm humbled once more,

a mere mortal in awe,

of the ocean and sky,

and their cosmic connection.

For the master of night,

mirrored by the moon,

igniting the ocean,

is the faraway Sun.