The Ocean

The mighty ocean at the end of our street

Waves wide and wild and blue and deep,

Its ancient calm an ancient keep

Of ancient treasures, fast asleep.

 

The ocean’s swallowed many men

Who once, or twice, or thrice did stand

Their journey ‘cross this sapphire land

But had to set sail a fourth time again.

 

Doomed lovers!

Caught by the spell of the blue.

Vain brothers,

Praying the waves to subdue.

No children

From this clashing of worlds,

Just destruction

And death screams resounding, unheard

 

The mighty ocean at the end of our lives

Bestows us peace and ends our strive,

Embraces us, so cold and wide

Forevermore floating in its tide.

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