The Water Colours of Ocean Storm 2000

We visited often this beautiful wreckage,
Perhaps the epitaph,
Of a life so once serene,
We would explore that desolate shore,
There was a feeling they belonged just to Neptune,
The sea god would display his hoard of the lost,

Ocean Storm would move sometimes towards the dunes,
Then play somedays with the waves,
Those tricksters lurked in form below our feet,
Could it be the crabs and starfish shifting her form mischievously,
Greasing the paveway with the kelp along the pebbles,

I wondered what form her wooden curves appeared like,
But only now her inners remain and lived on many of my canvases,

On that certain morning all was different,
Cumulus clouds were in the unsettling sky taunting the mortals below,
An eye glared to earth and enticed everything beneath,
That all is calm,
But in fact we were in amidst of the storm,

Ocean Storm no longer was there but returned back to her watery grave,
A sad reality but as it ought to have been,
The essence of her soul would now reclaim once more her beautiful lost form.