Monday, 3 May 2010

cafe del mar sunset and an incredible God

The warmth has gone



The light lays hidden behind the unexpected mist


The melodic soulful ambiance creates the backdrop to the ever-present air of expectance


We all exercise a degree of forced patience


One solitary fisherman patrols the vast expanse and almost seems


Insignificant


In comparison to the ocean



The backdrop moves in slow motion



Eyes patrol in the same direction


And give a subtle impression


That we are all people


Of expectance



Yet for my in experience


My heart beats just a little faster


For what it is for which we wait



Waiting and watching, watching and waiting


All aware


but know one saying


Yet we all sit


And watch


the same



Some every day folk


Some Day to day folk


Some claiming celebrity status


Some just here to play folks


Yet we all sit and wait


The same



The colours blend to create


And to paint


An undisputed masterpiece


Naturally made


As if pinned of hung from 4 corners


the largest piece of priceless artwork freely on display


And it shows its self today


as every other day


Without fail



Many things brought us here today


Different circumstances will create the crowd


And different ones will create it again in a different way the following day


But for today


For this specific moment


Of this specific day and point in history


For this specific display


It is here and now.



That we wait



Wots the difference in this miss matched rag tag band of unusual characters


That have gathered from far and wide


but all looking in the same direction?


All looking the same way


As the sun sets


Its as if the maker


Is sitting back with arms folded and with a little smirk as if to say


“wot more can I say”



The difference I guess



That someone took the time to explain to others


Why it is that the sun fades


And wot happens to it the next day


And how to operate when the day is claimed


by the dark



And someone told them how to explain


To the next person,


In the hope that they would take the opportunity to do the same


So we all sit here again


Different


Yet in some sense


The same



And we wait


For the end of the day