The sea has always attracted

something inside of me

Whether I'm standing ashore,

footprints growing deeper,

or onboard with surrounding azure

What lies beneath so many

white tipped waves, blowing

over the ghost dead hulls

bent and crushed

Or the glassy sheen with nothing

but sun or moon to reflect the mirror

and the certainty in your eyes

below in the darkness float

the true uncertainty of fate

How uncaring and loving

when it jostles us gently

and murders others not

ten miles away, under surf

How it drags down mystery

and everything that falters

and keeps the secrets

of the dark and the light

And still when rose crystalled

rays break over the horizon,

on the very special days

It's horror spent elsewhere,

the dead drug deep,

it laps lovingly at your toes