SON OF THE SEA

Is it worth remembering what I came here to find?

Something in me which long has died

With none to mourn it but the slowly drifting waves

That quietly say their prayers.

And the hours in their dull passing.

They lament alone and empty

For I did not know them, those hours.

I thought I could know the sea

But to know her is to drown

And always at sunset as she glistens

Like a woman made of silver and gold

Before the watchless night.

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