It was just there
Atop the old hill
A little, cozy abode
With windows facing the sea
The doors creaked
So did the floorboards
The smell of old wood
Lingering in the air
And when you looked to the side
You could see paintings, pictures
All of sea, the scenery from the window
Remain forever unchanged, after all.
Are you commenting on the eternal non-transient nature of the sea and it’s lonely beauty?
The eternal non-transient nature… it was there a 1000 years ago and it’s here now… the pictures, whether of past or present, all look the same… and it’s part relieving (a constant) and part sadness (?).. when you realize just how tiny you are.
Though I wouldn’t call it ‘lonely’… it has the sky after all!