I WISH I WERE AN OCEAN WAVE I wish I were an ocean wave to travel oer the seas so brave, My odyssey for evermore; to frolic on a distant shore. Where tropic waters rise and fall, fisher folk cast nets and trawl, And then to rest and shimmer warm, in havens safe from angry storm. I want to be the sweeping swell and roam the earth to live and tell, Of places strange both near and far, that share the sun and evening star. I only live to see the sights of distant lands and sweet delights, Of fisher folk who plough the deep, whose lights reflect while others sleep. I dream to sweep, to curl and plunge; to nobly rise, to roll and lunge; Then try to catch my friend ahead who went before till on he sped. To frolic with the flying fish, to tumble and to share their wish; That we shall find our lifelong goal, wherever ocean waves will roll. To go with fish where fish will go beneath the gentle winds that blow, Offer rides when dolphins play, then bid them farewell on their way. Curl at night beneath the moon, on coral reefs and blue lagoon. Reflect the stars and waving palms that dance and sway to sea wind psalm. I yearn to drift with turtles slow and talk of things such creatures know. Lofty talk quite magisterial; sea winds, currents - piscatorial. To wallow as the whale pod turns to waters warm, the Arctic spurned. And gently sigh and rock to sleep, my friendly giants of the deep. To curl and roll, to toss my spray upon the porpoise as they play, And feel the rise of ocean tide across the oceans deep and wide. Come the storm when dark shall fall to race and chase the sudden squall: Yea, bid the heed of tempest blast upon the seas its fury cast. To break upon the rusted decks of ships marooned and ocean wrecks. Deck them out, once pride o line, with seaweed coats all washed in brine. Sea moss silk with thongs that wave, they dance to tune of wind and wave; And here and there a starfish crown upon the tomb of those who drown. A cenotaph of steel not stone, recalling sailormen, who roam, Across the oceans of the earth, to rest their bones in Neptunes berth. A hammock for the sailor souls, that slumbers deep to ocean rolls. Gentle swirl my shroud of foam, then claim their spirits for my own; Till far from shipping lanes that splice, my slumber neath the frozen ice, When darkness calls me to my sleep; to rest my waves within the deep. If any friends of my poetry are Amazon registered I would truly appreciate a comment about my collection, Diamonds Last Forever. It isnt necessary for you to read the book; you have seen my verse on Face Book. Making a comment is easy. I can help you with the wording. Thank you so much. goo.gl/RPjs3f
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 06:45:11 +0000
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