• By David B. Gosselin

The Sea


Restless, my soul wakens

As the city stirs,

Street lights flicker like stars,

And the sea whispers.

Languid ocean waves rush

To the craggy shores

Of desolate islands,

And the sea whispers.

Like the sailor's sad 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 is a translator, poet and linguist based in Montreal.


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