On a cool summer sunday morning, as the clouds form a
veil over the distant mountains,
I wake up from an uneasy sleepless night, with my
bowels spellbound in the whiskey of yesternight
The distant roar of the oceans, raise my weak spirits
up,
As I drive past the lonely freeway, at a delayed crack
of dawn
The chill winds blow past the mountains with a
fragrance of the greenery abound,
The yellow green poppy of spring fill the curvaceous
mountain slopes,
As beautiful ornaments of gold, grace the soft, serene
yellow curves of women
The fresh crisp air of the morning fill my lungs with
life,
As I inhale the fresh mix of oxygen, exhaled by the
ocean and the herbs around,
The thick grey-black carpet of nicotine, vacates my
lungs with shame.
The majestic roar of the ocean, creates a soothing
silence around.
Its amazing how, a constant noise creates an eternity
of silence.
As the mind expands to the silent calling of the
ocean,
And blends with its vast boundless expanse.
Sulking thoughts let go my little mind,
Filling my heart and soul with a majestic calm.
 

~Deep~