The beauty of the sea
is something I could never describe in a straight forward manner. After spending five days out my sense of awe and wonder are sparked again. In this I seek to worship the creator not the created, by rejoicing in what he has given me, to God be the glory forever and ever. And with ought further ado
As she kisses me, ice run hot in my veins
With each stoke I call her name
This is the sea to me, how it should be
As I master her in the oaks of old
She fights against my will
Sending gales and storms in lieu of lovers poems
This is the sea to me, how it should be
Through battles won And battles lost I measure our years together
For I am not her first lover or her last
For she will endure forever
Her beck and call are my desire
And her serenity my reward
And if I should fall and falter she’ll hold me forever more
This is the sea to me, how it should be
So farewell my fair maiden
Until we meet again
On this hard earth I walk, this is where I gather sin
But to you I shall return, in the hopes you’ve remained true
And if you’ve changed at all in the years past
I’ll rejoice and start anew
At sea I am the captain, and my lady holds me tight
At night I contemplate here depths
devoid of fear at spite
In the day I rejoice in her strength
Wether it be sunny or cold
For the though weather whether fair
Soon she will break her mold
This is my lover you see, she is the perfect lass
An ode to times yet to come
And a testament to times blown past
This is the sea to me, how it should be.
And a testament to times past
oceanicjack 