Imagine the clouds gathering above start to swirl
with hypnotic movement heavy rains begin to fall
the scent of the sea permeates, you inhale brisk salty air
and the angry waves divulge their impious white tip curls.
Imagine floating in the darkness of time
and your imagination speaks enchanting words
came back; come back to the lure of the ancient seas
into a prism of darkness, whispering its tapestry of rhyme.
Imagine drifting back in time, to the time before
when spirits walked, when the earth was new
back in time to the time when the red moon rose
and the Gods walked along its dim and distant shores.
Imagine far across the sea, the black walls of Hell
stretching forth to the sky where both sky and sea
darken into blackness, and the black clouds pause
then stir again as the angry sea heaves and swells.
Imagine the blood moon peering in the horizon
beckoning the mystics of the sea, chanting
come to me; come to me, come to me,
then the serpents of the sea, they begin risin’.
Imagine a mist emerging from the distant shore
spreading death along its lethal silent path
pausing briefly then heaves aside the shadows
with more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Imagine somewhere in that scene faces without names
filled with wisdom and skilled in prophecy,
beneath a vast space, of which is a tempest
with rolling billows, and tongues of electric flames.
Imagine floating above the angry waves
Whispering the words of the oracle
come to me, come to me, ever and anon
to the depth beneath, to the sailor’s watery graves.
Imagine now the calming seas;
Blue skies, white clouds, and
The solemn twilight of a new day;
Imagine the timber of this gentle breeze.
Copyright © Johnny Martinez | Year Posted 2017