Have you ever had thoughts of the sea?
Ones where the waves ebb and flow dreamily?

Where a tin midnight tide lulls you into lost,
Uncharted parts of a world new and vast.
As a white cumulus sail billows on a mast.

Where neither hindered by cold or frost.
Your stern visage faces what in your wake
Passed ever solemnly on life's solemn lake

And you wonder then, what did it cost?
To break the monotonous protestant fast.
And to begin anew upon the ocean, chains broken, free at last

And the rhythmic crash of that stalwart bow
Follows the beating of your intrepid heart.
And not any embrazoned man, king or knave
Could keep you and your passions apart.

There’s no ancient arbiter to say vainly “Behave!”
So you yell to your heart’s content upon that sea,
As the sweat pours down from your worked brow,
As clear as the midnight sky “Be Free!”

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So have you ever dreamt of the sea?
Something you’ve never had,
Yet missed so drearily?

Have you ever dreamt of the sea?