Description: This is a loosely sonnet-styled meditation on thought, life and dreams. If you bear this in mind the poem should make sense.
Note: maelstrom is defined as
1. A violent or turbulent situation
2. A whirlpool of extraordinary size or violence.
Neptune is the Roman god of water and the sea.
Any comments are appreciated, particularly an improved title.
Sea song -------------------------------------------
Sable as sleep she drifted with the tide
And away from the bay, out towards an
Endless navy twilight. Darkness complete,
She is carried through the night, an ebony
Chip in an oil ocean. The rolling waves
Bear her dusky frame like a sombre swan
Atop the ethereal depths, gliding
Ever onwards towards some place unknown.
Dawn, and a gale spreads the flame through the sky:
The sun's raw passion supplants the wooing of
The waxed moon. Neptune smoulders, and tears the
Sea's sinews. Drifting no more, she struggles,
Fleeing the maelstrom's foaming jaws to think:
This is eternity- I am on the brink.
woah... this is so dreamy... one kinda loses themself in it and i loved the end... im sure i could be her... on the edge of eternity... i love the sea... the way it fills you and empties you at the same time... this poem kinda does the same... i cant think of a title or anything either im sorry... awesome write though