adventures in dysthymia

Monday, May 01, 2017

And the Sea, a poem

And the Sea

Of life and death and the sea I shall speak,
of those who wander and those who seek
the further shores of eternity,
coasts of what is and of what can be.

Of fickle winds, the phantom shore
we once might glimpse and see no more,
I’ll speak of these, though I know naught
beyond the dreams where I have sought

the golden sands no man has trod,
a paradise known only to God,
yet one thing I can tell you, Mate,
we’re all adrift on the Seas of Fate.

Aye, many a searcher gallantly sailed
and every man of them has failed,
yet sailed on knowing full the cost
of seeking still for that they lost

on voyages past. Beneath a vault
of troubled sky, the scent of salt
upon the wind, I knew the sun
of other lands, of days undone.

I speak of life and death and the sea,
what never was, what never can be —
there’s one thing I can tell you, Mate,
we’re all adrift on the Seas of Fate.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

Yeah, I keep writing about the sea, don't I? My next poetry collection, aptly titled 'Voyages,' is going to include a number of my nautically-inclined poems (but maybe not this one).

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