Kho Samet’s ocean

I silently sit enchanted,
as the warm breeze cries.
A distant flicker sparkles,
across my eyes.

Across its glass like skin,
a golden inferno burns.
Anger withing its belly,
and throughout it always churns.

An unsuspecting ripple,
like lightning through its waves,
crashing upon pale sands,
until the end of days.

A couple bobs around,
together embrace,
as the emerald waters,
bring joy to their face.

From a shifting horizon,
Its waves continuously flow.
Never much of an act,
instead an unforgettable show.

They try so hard to reach,
the edges of a loving shore,
as I sit here reminded of a goddess,
I cannot stop longing for.