The Battle of Earth and Tide

A masterful painter has, 
on pale cerulean canvas
with pink tinted bands,
brushed wisps of pure white.
In the corner of this
wondrous watercolour
clings the form of a dazzling
opalescent  spectre. 
His desperate, shimmering tears
rebounding off the freeform, 
glassy surface below.
Their angelic ghosts dancing
in the darkness. 

The airborne spectral opal
wills the seemingly endless seas
unto land’s cushioning bed. 

A pebble; so small, so insignificant
erodes gradually in the face of
the oceanic onslaught. 
But the pebble is not alone. 
Arm in arm she stands 
with her brothers and sisters.
Siblings uniform, stoically resist
against the raging, torrential war
of tide. 
Alone, insignificant. 
Together, unstoppable. Immovable. 

All pebble shall, one day, 
be worn to sand. 
But new rocks shall form. 
New pebbles shall be
and Gaia’s unbroken spirit
shall never be
shattered to sand 
by the unending sea.  

This poem is dedicated to my brothers and sisters worldwide striving for change, peace, love and freedom. You are all pebbles; the sea can erode us to sand, but Gaia’s spirit shall never give up. 
I love you all.