Gulls, gannets brooding
vying for plankton
Acrobatic flights, flappings
Swarm the blue
Chirping, tweeting another
To lave the silvery sea.

Impishly unclad moppets
Running and frolicking,
Some helping their
Fishermen father untwine nets
The evening venture their chaste aim.

Over the horizon
Is the Yellow Face
Lustring like a
Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier
Lapping on the repose waters.


Someday when am ripe and mellow
With means to own a crew
I will sail up that mulky horizon
And touch that glowing cosmic disc.

But mater says
"The horizon doesn't end"
"It goes in league miles"
"Even when a yore mile is sailed"
"It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine.

Only these chiding words of hers
I never take for a dime,
I will engage in my venture
I will stand to be corrected.

This is my only demure dream
I will endeavour and suckle her
I wouldn't want an elegiac ending
In this beach I've known for eon.

Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Son, bare thine heart before God,
Confess you, shame the Deceiver morely,
It is just, it is Godly!

I have sinned gravely,
I have been covetous,
Lo, I seek forgiveness!

Thine sin, though crimson-stained,
Heaven bequest thee mercy,
Cause of thine courage.
Go, sin no more!

Pray, I ask but a favour,
Suffer me not this thing,
Baptism, that I seek.

Though much multitude await,
To be confessed the same,
Grant thou this for faith's sake.

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!