The ocean has a deep soul
stretching from the trenches to the shoals
Salt and fresh. Furious and still.
It moves with such free will
The sea swallows and regurgitates ships
Full cracked and salty lips  
With sailors the salts always lingers
On their roughed calloused fingers
The sea is calling
The sun is eternally falling
The gulls rest on the waves
The tides lapping up in caves