Come on in,
Dip your toes in this-
Though I can't promise that the water will always be fine
In this tumultuous sea,
I will be your net,
Your safety boat,
Your clamouring hand
That reaches the shore,
That life-guard's vest
With a red whistle to blow
A calm embrace,
A caress to the face,
But while this siren says...
Your drowning I cannot replace.
– Maya Desdemona
The moon calls the pristine sea-water,
Which in turn, reaches to the sky to answer.
The wind sings of this sultry exchange,
While the poor rocks,
Constantly thrashed by the falling tides,
Can only silently sigh.
– Maya Desdemona
The sea is beauty in cruelty,
Cruelty in beauty.
It is constant and ever-changing,
Linear and paradoxical.
The sea both gives and takes,
Both sailors fortunes and their doom.
The sea is indifferent to all,
And yet a caring mistress.
The sea is a beauty unto itself,
Both calm and turbulent.
It is everything at once,
And it is my only love.
– Arsh
Luminousis 