Island of seals

Almost arctic in feel is the seal colony

lazily basking unmindful of me

but the wind’s through my hair and I’m almost there

into that state of pure ecstasy.

 

And purity lies peacefully free

on rocks rising up in the middle of sea

and I’m humbled more by the sight of it all

but what are the thoughts about me?

 

How great the treasures of the mighty sea

displayed as a lesson to combat greed

and live with the force of unified love

in peace, the pure peace of ecstasy.

 

But the to and fro toss of the sea’s restless waves

foretells a sad and different tale

and no hold to the rails of wishful thinking

can stop the outcome of these present days.

 

To the island of seals, drink in the sea

and know you are envied your ecstasy.

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