the Sea, my home, <br />tamed by the wild winds <br />is the simple road that waits <br />while the refined use its rapid currents <br />to sail and barge and float across the Sea <br /> <br />used and subdued <br />because you are the tool <br />the pedestal of man <br /> <br />the Sea, my home, <br />whispers up to me <br />and i come down gracefully <br />watching at this blissful hour <br />singing on the deck of ships <br /> <br />thank you, Sea <br />for taking me upon this voyage <br />where blessed foot and ground <br />cannot take me where i'm bound <br /> <br />at times, i am beneath the waves <br />then the Sea relinquishes and saves <br />my very life: my very life <br /> <br />then i sink and crashing down <br />the Sea fills my horrid frown <br />the immortal Sea. <br />whereas, it is far more lively than my being <br /> <br />the Sea, my home, <br />in honoured vestige <br />waits to carry me across the way <br />where the celestial bodies of eternity <br />blend the green, earthen tones of home <br /> <br />and then, i know, <br />in humbled accord <br />with the Sea and his lasting will <br />that i truly hold nothing in my power <br />and the Sea turns emptiness into gold and flower<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apostrophe-4/
