The sea waves, one finds not a single origin of life.
No being or spirit gives sound to fife.
Broken and spewed; Tossed and drowned.

This vastly open abyss,
Is too ghastly to dismiss!
Ignorant to below; Cannot see what is found.

Phantoms of the blue haze beneath,
The cold glass of sea it ceases to sheath.
My heart grows fonder of my home on ground.