If I could sail across the waves
Upon the seas and pass the caves
Where stories speak of mystery
Oh, what a sight that one might see !
A world exists outside our mind
Where legend and adventure wind
I’d be a traveler at best
Who roams the oceans without rest.
Oh what adventure that would be
Escaping time’s reality
To follow where the birds dare fly
And worship God in His own sky !
Once was a killer whale I saw afloat
He was much larger than a fishing boat.
Oh such a friendly whale I’ve never met
He’d roll and dive as close as he could get
And splattered ocean water everywhere
Upon the face and hands and in one’s hair.
Oh what a thrill I’ve had to watch him swim
And how I dreamt that I could splash with him,
But whales are far too big to play with me
Besides they live in waters deep asea.
I think that I shall have to be content
Thank God that You to me this pleasure sent !
A seaman needs to love the sea
The wind, the force, the powers that be
His life depends on all of this
Like waves that crest and crash and miss.
But who will take their life in hand
Upon an ocean free of land
The sailor deals with faith a lot
For without luck what has he got ?
The moon, the stars, the tidal drift
These are his tools that are God’s gift
They comfort him across the main
And carry him back home again !
I am so glad my life began
Close to the ocean’s magic span
All seasides bring great joy to me
I’ve spent my life next to the sea.
For I have been in Jersey born
And loved its waters night and morn
I’ve spent my childhood playing by
The edge of lakes or brooks nearby.
The sound of water seems to me
Like some majestic symphony
There’s never in my life a day
The water’s not a walk away.
To me the choice is matter small
If leafy pond or waterfall
Some stream meandering about
Or bubbling spring with water spout.
Now I’m a Pisces, water sign
Two little fishes unaligned
While one swims up, the other down
Whatever happens we don’t drown !
Of all the things I miss the most
Those lengthy walks along the coast
Where one tred beaches on the shore
And climbed small dunes there by the score.
Wandering amongst seagrass plumes
While ocean roar veils salty spumes
To laugh and play upon each wave
And treasure all the joy it gave.
But that was oh, so long ago
Before the accident you know
Since then the ocean is taboo
Like hilly roads and hiking too.
I find myself confined a bit
There are those places I can’t fit
I still savour life to the core
Just not the same as life before !
I have seen from the top of the mountains
Into the depths of each valley below
The lush beauty that covers our woodlands
As ocean to ocean great rivers flow !
When I stroll down beside the sea
The empty shells call out to me
I’ve wondered where their owners are
I know they could not travel far.
Were they the victims of a crime
Perhaps some mollusks from the slime
Or maybe hungry octopi
Reached out to grab them passing by.
Their homes seem to be, oh, so clean
No fingerprints left on the scene
Whatever reasons may be true
I’m glad it wasn’t me or you.
There will be danger in the waves
But who is left to do life saves,
We need a Sherlock of the sea
To solve this deep dark mystery !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 