Ocean Pangs


The tweeting morn and far
away the distant sigh of sea,
are all of Nature's sculpt I beg
to carve a haggled niche for me
within these mountain throes !

Purple reaches assault the blue
sky,burst to weep the massive dark;
I rush to crave the waves anew;
that birdsong soft her nest

of brittle bark;the gulls aroused
in plaintive screech,diurnal hues
bright splayed,about my sea side house,
red roofed and squat with white,

and window green, spill-pocked with grey;
dropped blessings from winged gulls that coo
to beckon fleet for proud display!
Swell ocean salts and smell

of sailors beds and fish that trawl
the bed of Sea and coral red,
bright white her shells,her jades... They all
explore the mysteries

unfathomed yet betwixt narrow's jests,
as ocean wides indulge sweet forms.
Faulty man sans salty know
aspires but above

rejecting depths for moon and high!
Shhh....for He transcends all medians!
His Heavens brook no boundaries;
the farthest planet's nigh.

Venus !Sway gently down thine eye
at Neptune's deep in gulp and see
how virgin Eden rests..!

Warm wet with chaste her pearly smooth
and spill; her song unhurried,sighs
the waves to still,to linger yet
to fathom and to soothe...