The Ocean Calls
I hear the Ocean call from cascading waves,
to sailors and knaves.
I feel Her misty breath on a foggy night
when the air turns white.
I smell Her salty spray saturating me;
the fragrance of free.
I taste the bitter-sweet essence of Her kiss;
the promise of bliss.
Calling Kings and slaves
to watery graves;
I hear the Ocean call from cascading waves.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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