The Deep Ocean Floor
Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend
And companion next to me.
From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar.
Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days
Near the refuge I called home.
Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure -
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured.
Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain –
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name.
From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile –
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles.
She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old –
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown.
Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams –
Including this ocean and Her magical potion
From now ‘till the end of all things.
While now here I rest where white waves crest
Caressing my mind once more –
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013
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