Surrender

Is my will stronger than are my fears

Is my desire weaker than my instincts to survive

Are my eyes able to see beyond her vastness

Are my ears drawn irresistibly to her perpetuating sound

Will my mortal body be able to pay her immortal demands

Should I separate from consciousness and allow faith to reign

The sea calls and I am mesmerized to follow

The waves striking at the ground in rhythmic beats to my heart

Her smell envelops all my senses - beyond thought

Her coldness pervades into my warmth and pulls me in deep

Shall I stop seeking breath and separate to fate

Shall I know the greater time - will I emanate into rhyme

Separate to separate from being done; evolve into the one

  

Surrender

Though weary eyes may fear to see

That which is masked and hidden from pose

There is much more to be held in dread

The stares back at thee - in reflection.

 

Flight maybe an impulsive reflection

But pause to look back and wonder:

What are those spectre that task so -

In the cold dead of night when the Pleiades flee;

 

Whose grave shall be served in flee;

Will there be critic’s words to be engraved

Upon the headstone with false earnestness;

Or shall there be songs in manner of glee.

 

As fallen leaves rest upon the ground of imperfection

When death waits to take your final breath

Then with a last grasp - reach out to embrace

His barren posture; surrender to the infinite of thee.