LAST VERSES OF A MAN ADRIFT IN A SEA
The open sea ahead, a shimmering mirror;
The vast expanse of infinite waters
Whispers that the horizon
Awaits me, to reach its full reach;
And that the deep plunge into its womb,
Purges and pales the clouds above from view.
The small white boat desolate
In the big blue sea.
It sails forth, then rocked back by the waves.
This cradle lost in the sea
Of infinity. Its sails are drawn;
Its canvas is torn. It shall be
Here for long; its sailor adrift.
The gulls shriek with the coming storm.
There is no calm before the storm.
The winds break upon mammothic waves.
The sea is a cauldron pot stirred
With such ferocity. Then its now that
Heaven and the waters meet.
This fervid amalgamation.
Will be the end of me.
