Our Last Wave

Hum of a silence,
Politely anticipating fear.
Black jasper pierced,
Through the eye in depth's mirror.
Isolated wisp of un-cleansed hair,
Shadows the brow, of a beckoning stare.
Clapping in the sway, rebounding as we float,
A breath gone stale, clenched in my throat.
Animated reflection, squirming as it tickles,
Abstract directions, formed by the ripple.
Then came the cucumber crisp break in the bow,
A titan of death emerged from below.
My grip in a clench, bound to the rail,
Floorboards raised and my crew met Hell.
Mixing in the sea, dissolving our sins,
Salt upon our lungs, our eternal cleanse.
Beckoning in the deep, Davy calling my name,
Reassurance in his tone, With one last swig of the bane.