The feeling of deep thought is solemn <br />Melancholy spirits are the sea <br />Seeking to douche <br />The warmth of bliss <br /> <br />Dark pulses and swooning sentiments <br />Cold putrid ash in the heart <br />Faintly dizziness and sad reflections <br />Like grey in the mist <br /> <br />Masts try against the gales <br />Knees kiss the earth to Benevolence <br />The water nigh our chin <br />Like a flood may drown us soon <br /> <br />Worrisome tears and ill bile <br />Chill droughts on the spine <br />Cussed droning and painful musings <br />Like water in the boots <br /> <br /> <br />Giddily giddily giddily <br />The boatmen row in the vessel <br />Aurora will refuse her they say <br />But determination will force them <br />To stay on their travails <br /> <br />Steadily steadily steadily <br />The shore is in sight <br />It is possible they think <br />So no compromise this time <br />The boat must come in <br /> <br />Surely surely surely <br />The boat is in <br />And brightness comes to dusk they feel <br />For our ill hearts redeemed <br />We suck in the air of peace.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-spirits-are-the-sea/
