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Oh how wonderful it would be,
To move on to a calmer sea.
On wings of angels through the sky,
The wind carries us higher as we fly.
No words spoken, no rules made
As we drift up higher, the Earth does fade.
A Storm is Coming
The sun hides behind angels tears,
as they cry upon the land.
The darkness appears overwhelming,
gloom has taken it's stand.
The sky no longer illuminates light
the night no longer seems distant,
the rainbows sleep silently
and the wind's fury unleashes it's tune......
Sea Prayer
Lord of wind and water
Where the ships go down
Reaching to the sunrise,
Lifting like a crow.
Out of the deep-hidden
Wells of night and day --
Mind the great sea-farers
On the open way.
When the last lights darken
On the far coastline,
Wave and port and peril
Sea-Lord -- all are thine.
William Braithwaite
1878-1962
Demon Sea, Angel Sky
Crystal-blue water swirls around her ankles,
Causing her belled silver anklet to jingle softly.
Her silken silver skirt flows in the wind,
Sweeping around her calves,
Bare inches above the chill water.
She should be cold, but she is not.
One with the sea as she is one with the wind.
She stands with arms crossed submissively,
Head down, eyes closed.Her midnight-black hair
Whips against her pale, angelic face.
She stands listening to the rhythm
Of the world around her,
Forever torn between two worlds,
She cannot choose.
Demon of the sea, angel of the sky.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
Amy Lowell (1874 -1925
A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.
Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the glooms it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.
Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunger and rear and crumble.
Carl Sandburg (1857-1967)
I hear the sound of the sea crashing
Against the rocks, then experience
The momentary quiet as the ocean
Waves return to the open sea only to come
Crashing against the rocks again moments later.
I love the smell of the ocean. I love the touch
Of the waves rolling over me as I lay alseep,
A lonely angel on the beach.
Author Unknown
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