In pitiful plea the murmurs of sea

rise up from the roar of tumultuous storms

with a need to now find wisdom from fear,

love from no love, and compassion from tears,

until like a queen revered and admired.

One a cliff looking down and back long ago

there still is a smile and forever blue eyes

dedicated to love’s most timely dismissal

of the madness surrounding soul loneliness.

Across and around, all spirit lands aside,

there flows a memory stream of pure ecstasy

but clarity and truth, mummies bound to secrecy

on the sea’s rolling move towards royalty.

Soft murmurs of the sea and there is no reward

if a plea like a bird flies overhead unheard

but I listen and can hear from a whisper to a scream

the words and intent of sea’s pitiful lament.

She says this and that – did you know it is a fact

that women and the sea interchange and interact?

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