deep blue sea

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.    
— Jacques Yves Cousteau  
   
so many, many times    
i’ve watched your swelling waves    
their heaving, sighing bosoms raise    
to gloat over the graves    
    
           of many, many men    
           that sleep upon your floors    
           their dreams cut short by silent sighs    
           that wither on your shores  
   
                                        no more, no more trust i    
                                        your suave, cajoling arms    
                                        my father comes not home to me    
                                        sedated by your charms    
       
                                                            how long, how long must i    
                                                            wait for that golden morn    
                                                            when from your vomit stolen souls    
                                                            shall rise to watch you mourn    
   
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫