Ever-Changing

The restrained grey waves crawl towards the oceanic blue

Eyes gaze for hours to determine the patterns across a confluence

Frankly, the winds have stopped somewhere to playfully steer them

It’s not gloominess, but the unhurried moments require patience

Time feels like a sedative that numbs the senses to feel that eternity

Observe keenly, the shapes advance or magically alter their form

As if this reality will be entirely absorbed into it for some reason

‘Tis the season of whispering changes and sudden flashy celebration

None can preserve change but can consider revisiting them; for a change

Changeful time invoke the designs cryptic for the eyes to wonder

~Amitav