Restless, my soul wakens
As the city stirs,
Street lights flicker like stars,
And the sea whispers.
Languid ocean waves reach
Ancient craggy shores
Of desolate islands,
And the sea whispers.
Like the sailor's love song,
Or an ancient dirge,
Which the graying waves hum
As the sea-storms surge.
Through the hidden grottoes And cavern waters Lie the countless demesnes Through which she whispers.
Like a magic seashell
On an antique shore
Silently echoing
Some forgotten lore.
Over the dark Earth's shoals,
The deep ocean pearl
And ships long since ravished,
Her dark currents whirl.
Like a forlorn Naiad
Who weeps and shivers
In her hallowed grots
And sacred rivers.
Hoping for love’s tidings,
Her quiet vespers,
On the sinister waves,
She softly whispers.
Like a beautiful swan
With its broken wings,
Whose delicate soul flies
As the night tide sings.
So my dreaming spirit,
Slumber enters,
As the clouds veil the moon,
And the sea whispers.
David Gosselin is a poet, writer, and translator based in Montreal. He is the founder of The Chained Muse and New Lyre. His first collection of poems is entitled Modern Dreams.