Towards the Sea.
Frosty railing bears through my hands,
Bitter wind groped at my hair,
Pulling me down, down,
Pulling me,
Pulling me towards the sea.
Interminable depths capture my gaze,
White-foam waves beckon me forth,
Drawing me down, down,
Drawing me,
Drawing me towards the sea.
Cold coast gales savage my lungs,
Brackish droplets sear my skin,
Pushing me down, down,
Pushing me,
Pushing me toward the sea.
White-noise static fills my ears,
Sanguine water burns my tongue,
Calling me deeper, deeper,
Calling me,
Calling me deeper into the sea.
Ethereal Pain
Rolling
The toiling sea thrashes
Moaning
In all its eternal pain
Crashing
Upon the golden sands
Roaring
As it writhes and crawls
In all its
Ethereal pain.
Sentinels carved in stone
The deep abyss
Of ragged wounds
Gape on the flesh
Of the sentinels carved in stone.
The wind, the hiss
Of pain in the tombs
Green moss; armour afresh
For the sentinels carved in stone.
The rain! O, blessed kiss,
Splinters through the gossamer moon,
Balm of the pale limestone flesh
Of the sentinels carved in stone.
The mountains forged by battle and toil
In the fiery mantle deep below,
Stand guard of the earth, the sun and stars,
Like sentinels carved in stone.
