As you sail the sea
towards a vague destination
and despite the speed
it feels like stagnation
Cross the water – choppy
The wind passes , quickly
the distances don’t change
forever constant they range
I now understand the pull….
the draw of the ocean
as the wind massages
and evokes strong emotion
There’s a comfort drawn from the deep
darkness
It calls upon your soul
a comforting caress
Just a quick step , a hop , a hurdle
The lady of the ocean is very fertile
as she breeds both life and death
for she can take one’s last breath
The blush of the red sunset
the light it casts
the mood of it
as it breaks the horizon
as it descends
past sight and in silence
the black ocean ascends
greeting you with a cool kiss
as another wave licks
the air beneath your face
and you feel your heart race
and you hear the call of the sea
It’s calling to me
It’s calling to Me
By Kevin Beary
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