Sincere is the touch of night. <br />Gently comforting your soul. <br />The calm, silent air is soothing. <br />The moon sparkles, reflecting in the water. <br /> <br />Why is the ocean so mesmerizing? <br />Is it the lapping waves? <br />The familiar call of the seagull? <br />Or the mystery? <br /> <br />What's out there, <br />In the deep, silent abyss? <br />Creatures, small and large, <br />Swimming graceful. <br /> <br />Until the silence is broken, <br />Once calm waters now rage <br />Uncontrollably. Lightning strikes. <br />Thunder echoes. <br /> <br />The screech of a animal, <br />I wish not to imagine, <br />Pierces the night sky. <br />Chaos, torment, destruction. <br /> <br />Death is imminent <br />The sky turns red. <br />All hope is lost <br />The sea churns <br /> <br />Waves crash upon you! <br />You are sinking, <br />Falling, slipping. <br />To your death in the relentless ocean. <br /> <br />Open your eyes. <br />It's all a dream.<br /><br />Zander William Pearson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-your-eyes-50/
