La mer

The orchestra of waves and rocks
raised baton of the spume in flight
stinging spray against my cheek
 overwhelming, awesome in its might

Percussion, its feet and hand be never still
 cymbal as it rings the swell
 bathyscaphe its depth compel
stand on the shore and gaze

Step upon the gangplanks hope
start the journey, leave the dock
weighed dreams that hold the tiller straight
becalmed or tossed don't hesitate

Tomorrow be, the horizon's curve
the moon and stars, are your life clock
upon the crest without reserve
push out the boat and trust to luck