Waves Long Past

Upon the foamy crash of the sea
Brings commerce, gain and greed.
Undertows the most hefty.
Danger awaits upon the
Waves long past.

The sea respires, the clouds
Draw back, a moment of
Hope for our watery eyes.
The spittle of the rapids
Calms slightly.
Then the north zephyr,
Long worried by all sailors;
Brings a torrential deluge and
Smothers that soft light.

Tales of great underwater beasts
Are only just that, the great
Watery girth serves a mean
bout without.
Dangers lurk in all patterns
Of the welkin above. Great
Bolts of thunder rending main
Masts and timbers. Huge
Cascading sheets of water,
Enough to drown a man.
The whirling upward vortex,
Carrying spitting water and
Crashing one’s fortune.

So many pitfalls to make
A man’s fortune derelict.
Near the coasts come
Unseen songs, underwater
Beaches to bring about a cataclysm.

All in all enough to make
One doubt one’s own reason,
And make a soliloquy
A party of many.

Brings life, trade dangerous.
One too many sword’s Damocles
On the waves long past.

-Kevin Ulrich