I am at the sea, uninvited and frantic To be one with it like Mississippi with Atlantic standing all aloneΒ Β undecided and uncertain Like the unaccustomed soul of a man
Perplexed with its charming mischief of swelling heavy, harsh and rough I am at its mercy of finding a clue When at times it is boisterous With white crests but serene Often calm and blue
The tread wind gets into my blood fills with an impatience for the unknown Billows stretching around Causing forget the vanishing youth yearning a desire for life But the Sun setting at the horizon
Fleecy clouds at the far end A sense of sand and mound Only some melancholy gulls around Nothing more but a desolation, brooding It is an empty desert With a vague foreboding ?