The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath On an island by the sea Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend And companion next to me. From sandy beaches I once strode, searching For shells washed up on shore; From down in the depths where creatures crept And I listened to the roar. Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed My sun-tanned skin and bones - Washing away those youthful days Near the refuge I called home. Before following winds that captured me then Like a pirate in search of new treasure - Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. Miles beyond miles and years beyond years Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – On ships that sailed and in times I failed She’s always known my name. From St. Croix to the South Pacific, Martinique to the River Nile – She’s been there when no one else cared Turning rivers of tears into smiles. She’s been around throughout all that I found, Love, hate and ruins of old – Ancient remains of cites and graves Of names and faces unknown. Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker Of all from stardust to dreams – Including this ocean and Her magical potion From now ‘till the end of all things. While now here I rest where white waves crest Caressing my mind once more – Listening to Her breeze whispering to me: “Come down to my deep ocean floor.”