The Sea
The sea calls me
whispers in my ears,
the rise and fall of foaming waves
waft the scent of salt tasted tears,
a haven released through time
pounding surf, light, dark and dreams
upon each sounding splashing wave.
Rise. Greet the ocean farers
the fishers of men and women,
schools of children birthed
within restless stormy night winds,
the aftermath of being freed
born to ride the quivers of the sea
beckoning the surge of living life.
Embrace the swells of existence
as the ridges surface and hide again,
the very ripples of breath and heartbeat
pound the inner rhythm in its melody,
drumbeat rolls and foamy crests escalated,
rumbles of thunder unearthed gesticulated
the depths breaching trembling whitecaps to shore.
The sea calls me
dances wildly on the sandy shores,
a tidal flow that inches in from the ocean climb,
taffy pulled breakers slapping on the wet sand,
the billowed torrent of blended lives,
whale, shark, tuna, clam and crab once sheltered
in the darkened depths to journey up and out
to the open seas, calling, wait for me.
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