MUSING
THE SEA. poetry by emiliano garcia fisher
The tears that have been shed are enough to fill a sea Each drop filled with the bitter salt from his mundane eyes. No Fisherman will dare part on this void sea. The sea is desolate and inert. This sea is only full of hollow wishes, This sea is intimate with the departed bloom from the unfledged. This sea is stocked with melancholy. The only thing that floats atop this sea is heartbreak The waves crash with treachery night after night In spite of this, the Fisher sets sail. He knows that the night can not stay forever. He knows this journey is not quick. This is a voyage that lasts throughout the course of time. The rain comes only to exacerbate the sea. The Fisher is obedient to what the rain demands. The rain will only drive his resolve. The more the rain comes the more the Fisher is uplifted One day the rain will stop. The Sun will rise again. The Fisher will see the land that he came from. Stepping off the boat and see the land that has bloomed from the rain. The Fisher is indebted to the rain. Grateful for the sun to have been gone so the land can mature. The fisherman knows that he can not be a fisherman without the sea. And the Sea can not be without the days of rain.
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