My Mistress, The Sea
There is a longing to the sea
When gazing at the glossy floor.
Time and tides roll in and out,
Lonely waves upon distant shores.
A siren’s call from distant ports,
Shipwrecking lips and sunset eyes.
She loves like a tempest and then
The ghostly chill of dark goodbyes.
My creative inspiration
Wrapped in myth and mystery,
An ode to men of fire and steel.
My mistress the luminous sea.
Oh, what romantic tales you weave,
Sweet hope you come yet death you leave.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2018