The Call of the Sea

The crash of the waves upon the beach

The restless rustle of the wind through the palms

The cry of the sea which I must seek

For this is how the great deep calls

“Come to me! Come to me!”

The powdery white sand is beneath my toes

The emerald green waters are before my eyes

The scent of misty, salt air fills my nose

But the mysterious deep is not satisfied

“Come to me! Come to me!”

Clouds gather – billowing and dark

I fear, suddenly, to be so bold

For now, the sea demands, thunderous and cold

“Come to me! Come to me!”

I quake and falter, but “No! Away!”

I run and stumble to a small, damp cave

I lay still and silent, though my head throbs with pain

For the sea still moans and calls through the rain

“Come to me! Come to me!”