I am the first and last religion, waiting patiently on all shores in every season. <br />Through the age I have stood, mastered all the tears of man that came and went. <br />For after some time I laugh, for my age sleeps kindly upon edges of rocks rough. <br />To the minds curious, I create pores for my peace and spaces where I only vent. <br /> <br />I’m like a deep mine where all life began, the owner of the heavens and life span <br />I sit upon the soft edges of gold, diamonds, rubies and riches of all kind. <br />For if these treasures were exposed, then all meanings of life will still be closed. <br />Through deep spaces and motions of time I focus, and through energy rewind. <br /> <br />I am the reason why all cities were built, the reason why Columbus came to split. <br />With the messengers waiting on borders, for their joy and hope on minds unjust. <br />I was with God at the beginning, maintained my joy until people began sinning. <br />Flashed their ignorance through floods of Noah, and swept away all of their lust. <br /> <br />I am the ocean made solely by your tears of years, the father of all the galaxies <br />I stand freely upon the joy of my nature, as I read my diary on an eternal axis <br />I separate tribes, voices, religions, and all the knowledge waiting true and deep <br />I walk everywhere, harnessing the power of freewill and the art of day and night. <br /> <br />I am the ocean, the mother of life and all her children dancing in this bright light <br />I breathe through the pores of thunderstorms, through rain find my own sleep <br />Through history and life recollections I gather my soul and days, only to rhyme <br />For I am the translation of my own, the hand of God resting upon edges of time. <br /> <br />25 February-01 March 2009, inspired by -“The Cloud”- By Percy <br />Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />Sicelo Sithole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ocean-28/
