Not long ago, when I was
Walking down the beach,
There was an old man
Staring at the sea
So long and so intense
I wondered what he was doing
He replied
"Talking to the ocean"
Which I quite didn't understand
So with a smile the old man
Pointed at the sea
And said
"The sea tells a lot
And if you listen, you'll hear
Each single drop
Has seen more then we humans here
It has been to many places
And has seen different ages
With it's many different faces
Sometimes it's wild and rages
Sometimes calm and quiet
It has destroyed and it has built
But never gotten tired
It has given life and it has killed
Floating around the globe
Some stare at it with hatred
And some do with hope
Waiting for someone to come back
From the endless wars that we
Declared on nature
With fishing and sailing using the sea
Not that it would care
For our pathetic tries to own
It
Just like our pathetic tries to own
each other
Floating around so many countries
It knows how alike we humans are
It has heard many prayers and spells
In times of peace and times of war
In so many different tongues
That yet were all the same
No matter from where they came
Endless and timeless it floats on
And carries them still with
Every drop one wish
Every drop a tear
Every drop one fear
Willing to share them with everyone
Who just takes time to listen here"

He ended,
And as the silence returned
I remained  next the old man
To listen to the sea.

-A/N finally home again, this still is inspired the Mediterranean Sea. It's  a bit different so I wondered if you still like it....and also if I should post more poems that I was inspired to write during my time in Rome?
Also, talking of wondering, any ideas how many poems I should put in this book until it's completed?
And last but not least if you could check out poet_in_the_night and TheGirlInTheMask181 , great writers over there!
Sorry for the long talk,
Stay human,
Sero 💙✌