My Mistress, The Sea

There is a longing to the sea

When gazing at the glossy floor.

Time and tides roll in and out,

Lonely waves upon saddened shores.

A siren’s call from distant ports,

Shipwrecking lips and sunset eyes.

She loves like a tempest and then

The ghostly chill of dark goodbyes.

My creative inspiration

Wrapped in myth and mystery,

An ode to men of fire and steel.

My mistress the luminous sea.

Oh, what romantic tales you weave,

Sweet hope you come yet death you leave.