The Sea

An empty sea

The Sea

The Sea

The sea owes us nothing.
She’ll meet no demands,
Fulfil no expectations.
Nostalgia is comfortless,
Anticipation worthless.

Growing and fluid,
Change is her constant.
Her flows ecstatic,
Her ebbs terrifying.

Moving islands in her massiveness,
We are passing ships, surrounded
By swirls of ceaseless change,
Touching for the briefest of moments,
Drifting continuously.

By | 2016-11-18T13:16:32+00:00 February 25th, 2013|My Poetry, Second Life|2 Comments

About the Author:

Canary Beck has been an active Second Life resident since 2007. She is an SL blogger, artist, creator, merchant, sim owner, researcher, filmmaker and performing artist. Offline she works as a London-based internet marketing consultant and business owner.

2 Comments

  1. Ravanel Griffon February 25, 2013 at 1:15 pm

    Beautiful, Canary! The shot is like a painting.

    • Becky February 26, 2013 at 12:29 pm

      Thanks Rav. Hope you’re well and thanks for mentioning that.

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