I bottled up the sea & sky

I bottled up the sea and sky,

an enchantment cast upon my eye.
I held the bottle close to my chest,
some jealous eye steal it from me, lest.

Hazy reddish orange hue,
lazy clouds strewn across the blue.
Against the glassy edge the waves lashed,
foaming lather, bubbles as it repeatedly crashed.

In its magic, I was swallowed.
The lashing waves, my mind followed.
The spray and scent of the sea,
was all that I ever wanted to see.

I sat like a madman in possession,
with no sense of time or emotion.
My grey beard, trailing down to the floor,
my ears deaf to the knocks on my door.

‘Fool! It’s not all yours’, he said.
Like a thunderbolt, his voice, jolted my head,
‘too long you have sat, selfish with that bottle
an entire life wasted at its throttle’.

When overcome by desires,
you lose that which is real.
Your existence in an imaginary world,
static, sublime and surreal.

He upturned my bottle,
letting the sea and sky flow,
filling the entire world
with a mesmerizing glow.

He turned, smiled at me and said,

‘Child, now you will see all the difference,
a life, only then fulfilled, hence’…