"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.