almost a poem...

i came here for silence..
i came here for peace..
i have spent last evening here..
and many before ..

i feel at home here..
i feel supreme here...
the sea unfurls underneath..
and expands around my stony sheath..

i fear not its rumbling waves...
i fear not its incessant raves...
my rock stands steadfast...
unwavering to the mighty haste..

i wait here until the red one recedes..
and its color the ocean bleeds..
i remember the first time i was here...
i remember my consummating fear..

i had hoped for respite..
i had hoped i did not have to fight..
how i wanted the waves to win..
how i wanted the world not to hear me whine..

i had come here to die..
i had hoped no more to lie..
but my rock stood its ground...
ever since to it i have been bound..

it has taught me life's little art...
it has given me a new start...
i have learnt to stand and fight
even when the tunnel end has no light

for there's something on which i can rely
through life's low and high...
my little rock will stand still
and deny the ocean's will...

- musings of a hungry heart... phew.