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.
