Where The Sea Meets The Sky Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Where the sea meets the sky,
a blurred horizon,
no sharp line,
just a soft watercolor bleed.

Is it water reaching for the infinite?
Or the sky,
weary of its vastness,
dipping a toe,
a tentative embrace?

Gulls, white prayers,
scribble across the seam,
their cries,
a language older than maps.

The sun, a molten coin,
slips into the blue,
leaving streaks of fire,
a fleeting golden wound.

And the waves,
relentless, ancient,
whisper secrets to the shore,
of depths unknown,
of journeys begun and lost.

Where the sea meets the sky,
a liminal space,
a question asked without answer,
a place where the breath catches,
and the soul,
for a moment,
is untethered.