fragments (the sea)

The sea is quiet, obedient
stays in the definition of its shores,
always pregnant with anger. Don’t talk.
The rage is growing, brewing in depth.
Don’t trust. The reflection of the sky
in the tranquility of the surface. False.
The true nature is hidden from the blind eye of men.
The agony of birth breaks the stagnant shores.
The sea rushes for refuge into the sanctuary
of a human life. Don’t cry. It destroys all in its path
in a failed attempt to deliver a healthy child,
only to leave a lifeless fetus behind... in ruins,
infested by decaying corpses. All silent.
It rushes back into the depression of a wounded face of Earth
to heal its sorrows, to mourn the children of the Sun
in the House of the pale Moon.

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya