Dreaming

The Sea

The smell of salt

Attempts its lures on me

Beneath the cliff

On which I stand

There lies the open sea

This sea in time

Has seen a change

Has carried kings and queens

And still remains

In awesome strength

To fill a sailor's dreams

It knows no bounds

Except its shores

And politely offers these

To lap the sand

And taunt the feet

Of children in their glee

It's angry surge

From year to year

Is just to let us know

That though we feel

We own the coast

It simple isn't so

For who can stop

This mighty force

Whose hand can move the earth?

Not I... Not you

No, No not us

We're nothing in its worth.