Through Ocean Eyes

The soft yellow bloom that the sun does bring,
Brought forth by the morn as the birds do sings,
Brings joy to my heart as it does to thee.
I feel myself blessed to have eyes that see.

The night is as blissful as is the morn.
The stars rid the world of the scars and scorn.
I gaze up towards the shimmering lights.
Beauty can be seen in different sites.

Music fills the air in a quiet home
As my fingers play the music of Rome.
The melody of instruments unheard
Will I keep on playing without a word.

We were all given hands to preserve art,
I feel mine are for the art of the heart.
With my paintings I show a world in me,
Though they're not as beautiful as the sea.

My heart soars in company of great books.
I don't care about their smell or their looks.
My head in the clouds, not feet on the ground,
Is what these great books bring without a sound.

But nothing compares to the ocean breeze.
My heart with the waves, I stare in a freeze.
The sound of the water as they clash with rocks,
More beautiful than the wind through hemlocks.

To be part of this wonder, I desire,
In my heart and soul burning with great fire.
But I know that on land is where I'm meant.
This I shall not ever try to lament.

Still, I shall see the world through ocean eyes,
And keep on walking through the pain and lies.
For beneath the strife and unending stress,
I know that beauty is under that mess.

I am Emerald Eyes and Ocean Mist,
Nature and water in one special twist.