"Churning Without Ceasing"

I’m haunted by the rhythm of the sea;

Its strong, seductive song calls out to me.

Yet, silent reverence seems a poor reply

To set upon that ocean-mirrored sky.

But, what else have I to offer thee

As the dawn rolls in, unhurriedly?

The darkness churns; the surging of the tide:

A chilled and sharp reminder of tears once cried.

In my dreams, there is an ocean running deep

That rocks the steady voyage of my sleep.

And so, I cross those open waters, gloomed and wide;

If in departing, I do drown - at least I tried.