Wakened Sea


Most folk live on dry dry land

I live calm on a wakened sea

with a sun that casts no shadows

my ship floats in eternity

The sea here is always fresh

with roots forever old

the water would wake up the dead

it’s startlingly suddenly cold

With a heart pumping fire

and breath as cool as snow

I left my yesterdays long ago

and tomorrow’s too far to know

Some plan to grave and beyond

but each pulse is here and free

they seek a life that is grand

I seek myself and the end of ‘me’