This barren rocky precipice that waits beside the sea
And rims the sand’s circumference that is earth’s boundary,
In vivid fascination I do watch with searching eyes
That must scan the water’s surface until it meets the skies,
And where e’er my view dost light, be it simple face or plain
I discern that same wonder which pretends no small explain
Yet does add some mixed texture to the portrait that I find
Bearing just one signature in a likeness of the mind.
Why then is man thus drawn to the countenance of the sea,
Why does he sit there silent as one rapt in reverie?
Can it be that life is all and he merely questions why
As his vision sometimes dims and his wings refuse to fly?
Engaging in that foray which will mark his holy quest
To seek another reason fore he casts aside the rest,
Chance uncover misted veils that have cloaked his destiny
At last to comprehend the ocean’s deep complexity.