I stood on the edge gazing longingly –

The Turmoil on its brim, about to glide out,

Focusing on the point where the wave and the sky copulate –

Only a thin line visible before the moment of passion – then forever obscurity.

I stood on the edge gazing longingly –

The sense of Peace creeping inside,

Fixated on the vastness of the never ending ocean –

Blocking out the meticulous meaningless cry of the materialistic world.

I stood on the edge gazing longingly –

The wonderous Blessing settling inside,

The repetitive sound of sanity swelling me up –

The waves came and broke where I stood – making me one with their unflinched, innocent self.

I stood on the edge gazing longingly –

The anxious feeling of Unrest returning with its vengeful red glow,

Sounds of commotion tuned back on –

Return of the time when the mechanical unconscious self will retreat to its unworldly, inhuman, futile gestures.