Sea of mortality

Never a matter of superstition
Nor a matter of dillusion

As this salt grains hit the ground
May it cleanse my soul from your turmoil

Wash away
Like the tides of the current

Sync my rhythm to the moon
Never to be swayed by you
But to be guided by the wind

Euthanasia
In every depth lies new life

My memories swimming about in my vastness
Each unique and meaningful

resist to taunt these creatures
They may not be as they seem

As a tourist through my territory
I wish to be respected

As a sanctuary
I ask to be admired and protected

By nature
I could please or wholly disrupt
Do not question as my devastation eludes creativity

But I wish not to harm
Nor to hurt

As I am
Accept me
Like that of the deep blue sea

xxx