No boughs or brambles
strickens or stirs on reflective calm
neither do flippant washes or dense ripples
sway in windless surges on the calmness crystal flow
in translucent clarity starry light cuts from the deep to surface
always the Halleluiah chorus to the dusk and dawn of enlightenment

Foreboding tales in ragged tones
fevered pitches soaked from devoured galled pitchers
tis anthem profane of spooks an song less featherless birds
mourning arid lives and cloaking dressed maelstroms on purity
the sea sails  in a life well tempered away from debris and flotsams
the swirls of squalls thunders onerously and in the deep the centre holds