The Sea sees.
After all, It always comes rushing in
to greet me!
Its giant eye
reflects the sky,
Becoming a mirror
for the clouds and colors,
moods and mysteries,
sailing by.
Becoming a mirror
for the clouds and colors,
moods and mysteries,
sailing by.
Stars sparkle in Its watery darkness.
Luna admires her silvery light
as the Sea gently whispers
words to caress
the brightness bouncing
off Its glassy sheen.
The Sea sees:
Gazing above and below,
Keeping watch over those who make
their home in Its watery arms.
It is Mother and Father,
Life and Death,
Ebb and Flow,
Unending waves.
The Sea sees.
--Vicky Lynn :o)
"Sea-ing Eye" Mandala
Ink on paper
Copyright © 2010 by Vicky Lynn Macchione
