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 !
The frothy foam that caps the waves
And dredges sand from seashell graves
That long have hidden from our sight
Choose now to face the morn’s veiled light.
The ocean creatures deeper go
Escaping nature’s undertow
While seagulls frantic overhead
Search for a perch that’s safe instead !
Both you and I must reach for breath
As all the air seems sucked to death
The wind whips round with heightened speed
Oh grant us Lord, the strength we need !
I know a place where seaweed grows
In quiet and secluded coves
Where sea air whines its plaintive song
And we somehow can sing along
While waves and shore do gently kiss
Having found their unfettered bliss.
Bold seagulls here and there may fly
And dive and swoop and cloud the sky
With sights and sounds that scold the tide
Beside the beach where seashells bide
And hide in shallows tossed between
While God reviews this magic scene !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 