You are a poets dream,
The whole ocean,
All wrapped up,
Right in your bloodstream.

Wavy hair that covers your head,
Crashing like the waves,
Hitting the soft sand.
Literal beachhead.

Your eyes are an easy connection,
Blue like the ocean,
Meeting the sky at the horizon,
Bright like the sun’s reflection.

Deep as the sea,
Full of things we haven't reached,
We don't know too much about it,
But truth is, we enjoy it all the same.
And as deep as the sea you may be,
You're still a treasured friend to me.

The siren's are singing,
I hear them, they call,
Their cries they summon me,
Into the wild sea.

Their gentle song,
A beautiful hum,
The crashing of waves,
The thunder that saves,
The stillness, inside of me.

Find me, here in this sea,
The dance I share,
Alone, I am free,
The place I found me.

The urgency, the hunger,
Burning in my eyes, the wonder,
What was my life before this?
The sea I will always miss.

Another sun rises,
A stunning blaze, above glassy waves,
I find in myself hope arises,
I surrender into the hope that saves,
The moonlight glistens,
Forever my heart will listen.

My home, my shelter, my life and my love.
For here I am, alone.
In the sea.

It comes in waves
Deep within the spine. Tremors.
Surrounding flesh shivers until hairs stand straight
Like icy water, yet dry as cracked bone,
The sickness blisters the walls of the mind

Rage and fear force entry. Helpless.
Throwing themselves into every tunnel and passage
Hatred possesses the victim, wretches and screams echo,
As the soul cowers silently

The carnage collapses. An ill stillness.
Despair dances on a frozen lake of hope
Desire slowly withers away
Life drained from a vessel, like rain falls from the sky
It comes in waves.

I am under the ocean and
I can barely breath
I'm drowning from emotions
that are overtaking me
I need some air now
I need to breath
I need to get out of the water surrounding me
My eyes are burning
I can barely see
My skin is wrinkled
I can't feel a thing
Waves come to push me away
I'm keep trying to move forward
But I’m moving the wrong way
A part of me that wants quit swimming
Then I fall and see blue glistening

When I am alone,
I hear the sound of the woeful ocean
waves crashing inside my mind,
and a distant voice of a sailor
crying out for help underwater

He is sinking
slowly
inside the ship
along with his sadness

The sailor and I tried
to drown our sorrows,
but we sunk together in
an ocean of melancholy