The Deserted Sea Has Lost Its Harmony

How pretty this placid sea appears to everyone's eyes in the quietest morning, not a single sail challenging the surf of waves rambling; do I hear a scream of desperation arising from the bluest depth? How somber is to stare at the deserted sea that has lost its harmony; the only noise is the shrill of the hungry seagulls swooping down and searching for salmons and mackerels! Who has ever confided his secrets to a taciturn sea willing to listen and keep them in its deepest cave of dwelling corals? Who has ever asked to reveal them to an enamored, bright-eyed girl? I dare not ask why all the sailing boats went missing after the misty sunrise, are they waiting for the fog to dissipate and return to the battering shore overlooked by the unceremonious lighthouse with a solemn glare suspecting that all freshmen who set out to catch lots of fish, are lost at sea? I'll wait until dusk hoping to catch the flamboyant return of every sailboat in unchartered waters that have brought either glory or defeat to each fisherman fighting off the wild waves that predicted a squall. During the liturgy, Guido the bearded priest, lifts the golden chalice while the altar boys ring the altar bell and repeat an Amen that confirms the dire fate of the twenty fishermen who had gone missing since sunrise. The deserted sea has lost its harmony, how loud was the joyful song of the fishermen leaving their home at the first gleams of the peaceful dawn giving them the fortitude to earn their living with rough hands and be grateful.