OCEAN SONG


I.
Sitting on the bay,
watching the ships go by;
Where they are headed,
I don’t know, yet
my soul yearns to be
likewise swept away
with the outgoing tide,
the undulating waves.
beneath blustery clouds.

Let the extended bellies
of white sails carry me
across new horizons
beneath the crested waves,
where the mermaids sing
sweet siren chants of,

“Come with me. Come with me!”

The baritone bellow of a ship’s horn
blasts out:

“Come with me, Come with me!”

II.
Icy winds caress my weathered face,
each wizened line
etched like a nautical map,
soulfully directing me
toward tomorrow’s fortunes.
The salted air fills my aching lungs
with a hope I have not known
since childhood.

In my shoreline reverie,
I am carried across
blue-green oceans
kissing distant coastlines.

“Turn, screws, turn,” 

let the waters churn
beneath your tired
and weathered hull.
But do not leave me
dry standing here.

III.
I yearn to drink, to be filled full
with the white foam of stormy seas
beneath a blanket
of heavenly constellations.
I do not care today
for tomorrow’s sorrows
so long as I can castaway
in the iron belly
of a eastward steaming long boat.

IV.
I am now lost in the maelstrom of
what is and what is not. Indifference
upon these sandy shores, and my eyes
are filled with the tears of a sailor’s regret
for having missed the outward tides.

“Carry me out.  Carry me out!”

and let the fish one day
dine upon my happy bones

BEHOLD, MY LIGHT by DLMcHale


 

I wrote this poem a few years ago the night I visited the haunted
lighthouse in St. Augustine and then I lost it….until tonight!

Behold, my light so brightly burning
Guiding wayward sailors home.
Covered in breaking waves now churning
Battered ‘neath the angry foam

Awake, my Captain; tend my fire
The ships are blind upon the sea
Night has come so dark and dire
Bring them safely home to me

Push back your fear and never fail me
Do not tarry, nor think twice
No time for prayers on bended knee
The sea demands her sacrifice

Many a keeper survived the commotion
Tending my flame with ardent care
Many more forever lost to the ocean
Swept from my winding, icy stair

I am the hope of every seamen,
Warning of the rock and shoal,
And you, my Captain, tend my beacon
With all your heart and weary soul.