Ocean Search
No ascent will rule this rock,
Which had been sliced from its base.
No ship will in its harbour dock.
No merry town to call it place
Leaning at its rounded structure,
I search the ocean's angry rage
The light above seeks to capture
Foul navigation's war to wage.
The night, quite dark and fragile,
Changed by light beam's interject.
Shadows short, now tall and agile,
As the globe's search aims to perfect.
Miles I walked to see this place.
A place of ocean's foaming frost,
To wish the ocean's rage erase,
And to return those men now lost.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2023
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