Astaroth

This poem I dedicate to one of my newest friends that I met a few weeks ago.

I often think of you as a cruise ship.
You parade the vast sea
Showing off your pure luxury
To all those around you
You only hold in your heart
Those who can afford a great price
And only they
Can stroll about your chambers
Your swimming pools and golf courses
All-you-can-eat-buffets
With caviar and martinis.
But the beauty held within your vast compartments
Your glittering halls, crystal chandeliers
Plush white rugs and mirrored ceilings
Is artificial.

The true beauty lies far beyond you
In the depths of the ocean
Where we
(Who have realized the foolishness)
Live and thrive,
We see the genuine, raw beauty
Of the vast, glimmering ocean beyond you.
The people you call friends
Have four walls to limit their ambitions
But most of all, their vision and awareness
Of those beyond them.
But they have plenty of pretty toys
To make them think they're keeping busy
My world is infinite--I have no limits.
I have seen, felt, heard, smelled, and tasted
The sweetness of all things to offer
While you have only stayed in your place
Above the ocean
Believing everything underneath
Is not worth your attention.

I pity you, with your blissful ignorance
For you will never know the beauty
I have discovered beyond you.

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