To be heard

By her magic symphony

I am the audience

She the mystery

Oh, to know the many

Value of this body of mystique

The waves lapping shoreline

Only to be heard.

I wonder the soul

She keeps in quiet harmony,

The many lives, the sea men

Leaving wives and children home

Would we the living

Ever really understand

Why such stark reality

Beckons her command.

On occasion my passion

Would be the horizon

By which nature’s remedy

Harmonize sweet melody.