Tuesday, 4 May 2010

The Sea, The Sea

It glistens
Roars, booms
The dead sailors plea
Black as the night above it
Sheltering its monsters
Keeping its counsel
Creeping up the shingled beach
The dark, moist sand,
Coming, calling to me
Beckoning, its wet embrace
Inviting me to dance in the surf
Then deeper, plunging into the blackness


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