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  • By David B. Gosselin

The Sea

The Storm on the Sea of Galilee - Rembrandt van Rjn (1633)

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.

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