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The sea is beautiful, strange, and mercurial -

tour de force of nature,

since time, immemorial.

A vast mighty ocean, 

when it rises and roars,

fathom upon fathoms

down -

to the sea floor.

 

A friend of the fishermen,

the sea sustains us,

with great gifts from heaven,

yet, sometimes, perilous. 

When storms arise,

the wall-like waves

break men, like mannequins,

and few are saved.

 

Yet great ocean journeys may set our minds free,

when expanding horizons

blur sky and sea.

Away from the commotion

of day to day life,

one meditates, 

loses all track of the time.

 

Our minds

swim the ocean,

dive, and collect

the long buried treasure,

they can not forget.

They return to the surface,

and they come back, 

with stories to tell,

that arise from the depths.

 

The nature of the ocean’s,

in the paradox,

of lives it has taken,

cast ‘gainst the rocks.

Yet through our desire

to master the sea,

man traveled the globe,

made discoveries.

 

The sea has some secrets

that she likes to conceal -

she speaks in a whisper

in a conch shell.

Listen to her murmur words in your ears,

and listen, most carefully,

to all that you hear.

 

You’ll hear stories,

and legends of the sea,

of seafaring warriors

and mysteries,

of land that was plundered,

and stolen at war

from indigenous peoples -

from countries, afar.

 

And sometimes, the sea,

as she heaves mighty breaths,

steals the land back,

that the victors kept.

Hostile, inhabitable land will remain,

when the sea rises up,

to take her terrain.

Copyright Suzy Davies 06/19/2016. All Rights Reserved.

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