Haunting Waves

The sun is drowned    
as the ocean swallows my words    
spitting them back with a roar  
No cheery hearth to comfort  
only a cold gray vigil  
with weary eyes  
straining for a shore  
Pale phantoms stalk the crests    
the ghosts of sailors lost    
whisper curses in our wake    
conspiring with the wind  
to cull the rigging's shake  
I have no business here    
What I would suffer for a light  
or the safety of a star  
to guide me through this night