It was from seas of west
that blew the waves
from its mighty chest
blown over sandy graves.
Thunder echoes the skies
and in darkness it lights
and waves they rise
and day creeps to night.
My sea, my sea, I look
you scatter debris on lands
lap by lap the waves took
on washed up sands.
Andrew Lockley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sea-my-sea/
