Unfruitful nights, so it would seem
Wasted, overworked, consumed by nostalgia
Thoughts, heap and enslave my mind
Enthralled at the hand of inspiration
I lay aboard this boat, restless
The waves impose a hardy tremor
They charge at the bow fiercely, passionately
Forging a tone that only Poseidon himself should make
Fluxes reverberate and echo everywhere
Giving creation to the most vivid imagoes of a sapphire sea
With every crash and break of a wave
I lessen my timidness, and embrace the unsettled sea for what it is...
A dark sanctum overseen by the moon
Christian Hudak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-sweeps/
