The Sun Set
The golden yellow rays,
piercing into the oceans’ watery spread;
like oblivion opening its vision across the horizon;
the shades dark yellow and the immitating shadows,
creating an appreciative frame in the mind.
A great conglomeration of people, souls,
lovers on the beach.
Counting the sands that have piled up since time immemorial.
Counting the footsteps that got washed away back into the oceans’ fathomless bed.
The sand artists busy creating castle after castle,
only to be washed away by the high tides that visit the sores.
As if born to demolish the great empire built on sands.
Young lovers building myriad castles of their desire to satiate their appetites
Their mind & bodies swimming with the up & down flow of oceanic tides
to land ashore,
for some of them the desire to attain sublime pleasure of the abysymal.
Time for fishermen to return home with their loads of stock of sea fish in their
Time for the light house to fire for showing path to the ships of the mid sea.
To find the direction for their destination.
To find the souls of lovers in their sojourn for unity.