Call of the Sea

I sit upon a barrel near Monica’s cabin,
and am lashed to the embattled railing
to weather this storm of twilight rush.

I reach out and in to enfold
place and time in gentle wings –
and find my musings matched somewhat
by the faint whispers of a lute,
and a song of the sea –
Goddess Sea of our birth.

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There is something of the dance, methinks,
in the rolling of the deck aship
to the rhythm of the roiling sea
and the drumbeat of sharp darkened tears.

“For you should know
that each moist drop
tries to run free
to Goddess sea
in rebirth’s claim.”

Aye, I hear a song of Everby.
in the flap of sail and strum of line
pulled taut as heartstrings overwrought
be mem’ries of friends and lovers lost.

“Come ever soft
as silent rain
and white kisses
on the foam
in rebirth’s claim.”

There is nothing between me and She
save rotting planks and call of quest –
that define both myself and this ark
to skip the waves of adversity.

“Home to the Sea,
to rest at last,
to seed the rain
and cliam rebirth
as prayer of love.”

faucon