The Sea

The sea’s steady beat is a lullaby,
Listen in bliss,
Float on gentle waves,
Breathe in the salty air,
A pleasure to be sure.

The sea’s temper lashes,
Vicious waves cut,
Currants hold you under,
The heart of the sea wishes for blood.

Snap and crackle,
Rip and pull,
The sea is a fickle beast,
With mood swings aplenty.

A calm surface shatters,
Blades of water rise,
And suck in life.


Then it’s over,
And the sea is gentle once again,
No sign of temper remains,
A glass surface ripples,
As the sea rests for its next attack.