The Sea of Thoughts

Here, my soul is lost in the power of thought
And I go out into the vast glimmering night,
With stars shining over the darkling plain,
A galaxy holding back the snow and the rain.
Powers reverently embedded in the clouds
Wrapped and fold the summer winter colds.
Until in silent restrain they quietly vanish away,
and we see only patchy clouds during the day.
At moon flame nights thoughts become refine
In fearful terror, that cemetery seize the time,
And tears like water wash upon our feeble mind
The guilt of conscience repentance duly fined.
We may live in the metaphor tower call home,
Reality venturing out into the roughest storm.
Our thoughts are an ocean of mysterious depths,
So vast and full of beautiful treasured breaths.
you are the calming tide watching discipline ebbs
And flows at the edge of the sea and its fluids.
Fate may have heard the redeeming splash
Upon the earthly shoreline grasp and crash.
And wash hastily our sins into the holy open air
Make confession slip into the hostile atmosphere.
The secret river of our emotions may run
And stumble into deep strong romantic cesium,
Of measureless meandering enchantment.
With ceaseless emotions the turmoil sent,
The immutable intent, as the omnipotent one,
Beyond our reach in a vast heavenly kingdom,
We know vaguely the truth of simplicity
As the Majestic God reigning high in the sky.
When rapturous thoughts repair the human soul
It flees for days and nights around the world.
Such a pilgrimage often opens wideout hearts,
To twisted things and more enlightening delights.
Trailing through the years the same pain we fear,
Of dreams going back to the expressions we share
By langue of love and dreams we choose to indulge in
invisible devices there reside and politely decline.