Poseidon's Child

I long to breathe the ocean air and feel the sea breeze in my hair, I long to sit and watch the tides, the ocean waves that mesmerize. To see the ocean's colors change as storms roll in, dark clouds and rain. The gulls embrace the rising winds and so, the bird ballet begins. Angry waves now rear their heads, the ocean swells like molten lead. At dawn, the sea is topaz-souled, with rills of silver, crests of gold. The twelfth house rules my sun and moon, my eyes the hue of lost lagoons, Poseidon's child, I need to be where I belong, beside the sea. ©Danielle White