I Could Have...

Upon the dusty shores I watched the calming waves of sea debauched. They seem to whisper in my ear then motioned me to venture near. Now had I known to swim not sink I could have held the salty drink. I drifted deeper into sea then felt my spirit wander free. I saw a phantom fierce and wet. His ghostly ship was sailing yet. The sea surged up, its laughter hard and caught the seaman off his guard. I felt the blow of pounding waves that pulled me deeper into caves. Above me, trackless waters grew then turned the sea a blacker blue! If only I had learned to float, I could have grabbed that raft or boat. The paling smile of sandy beach, grew far outside my grasp or reach. When doomed ships wreck when oceans flare, a ghost must turn the swells that scare, and sail them first with haunting kiss then cast the winds that howl and hiss. I dare you brave this unknown vast to see a specter raise her mast. Sea goers know who's at the helm. For it is I who ride the realm! But had I learned one swimming stroke, I could have wrote this as a joke!