when another day begins
with cold, grey, overcast skies
foreboding shivers the mind...
uncertainty looms
clouds may mirror my musings
but, nevertheless, I scan
the sky searching for golden
streaks and blue demesnes
The Sea
My sleeping spirit wakes
As the town’s vespers
Climb the stairless sky
And the sea whispers.
The rushing waves crash
On the craggy
Shores of consciousness
And the sea whispers.
Like an ancient song
Or some sailor's dirge
Which the pale waves hum
As the seas surge.
Through the hidden grottoes
And deep cavern waters;
The countless demesnes
Through which she whispers.
Through some magic seashell
On some antique shore
Echoing, a thousand words
Of sage like lore.
On the earthly sod,
Of buried treasures
And sunken ships
She quiet whispers.
Like a forlorn nymph
Weeping sorrowful rivers
In some hallowed cave,
As the sea whispers;
Hoping for love’s tidings,
Her quiet vespers
Over boundless seas
Softly, she whispers.
Like a sinking swan
With broken feathers
Whose soul flies
On the sea's whispers.
So my dreaming spirit
Slumber enters
As clouds veil the moon,
And the sea whispers.
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