Inhaling the Sea

(This does have some internal rhyme) In the fall of ninety one a November morn had just begun as harbor bells rang loud and echoed all around sad Gloucester town. Lost within a perfect storm as ill winds stirred the teaming sea, never to return to shore, instead to God's eternity. The Navy Hymn from St. Anne's swept 'til harbor's silent shorelines wept as each tossed flowers to the tide, like souls they floated - gently gone while lifted by the prayerful song and with last goodbyes inhaled the sea.