hd

However Deep

As a man of the stern, my job is to guide the ship safely across the sea. She's a bitter, cold-hearted lass, I tell you. No mercy, she'll send a demon of the deep to drag you into the morbid depths. But she calls to us, I meself don't believe that there are sirens in the sea, but the sea is one herself. her beautiful song found in the soothing waves, rocking you to sleep like a wee baby. The song stirs the soul, swaying it back and forth in a heart-breakingly inspiring dance of sorts. And as the dance goes on, the soul finds peace within the waves, the notes of the song.

She's ever so beautiful. Her flowing dress of shimmering blue and green, a twin blanket of blue sky above her, it's enough to put you into a trance. The waters shining and moving rhythmically. The sea itself is just the most beautiful sight to see. And I with the night watch, the sun starts to melt slowly, collapsing within itself, then sinking into the sea. In the night, I see the moonlight dancing with her, gracefully.

The stars, in the heavens with their light also shining. It seems to me that the stars are always happy. They're always laughing, giggling, and twinkling. With the moonlight glinting off the waves and the stars up in the heavens, it seems that one could get a wee bit confused as to which was the sky and which was the sea. Of course, both are heaven to me.

And hark! The little silver flying fish come out to intertwine water and air in great sparkling splashes, then the dolphins swimming 'round the bow waves, charming beasts, they are, full of great power, yet remarkably gentle. I see them often, the waves caressing them as they swim effortlessly through the water. I wish I were a dolphin sometimes, though I dare not tell the others, for they might shoot me like I was a madman. But I want to be able to explore the ocean, not on a boat, but closer, more intimately, I want to experience the ocean.

The ocean's seductive call is so very strong; I am weakened by it. I sometimes wonder if I dare be so close to her. She'll be the death of me, that's for sure. But if I were to be on land for more than a day, I would feel like I was going to die. For I am compelled to be near the sea. See how she manipulates me; see how she forces me to be her lowly slave. Yet I love her. The ocean is there. I don't think you can avoid it really. Or at least I can't.

The tides flow in and out in an endless cycle, ever changing and shifting with the moon. One never knows which is greater; the persuasion of the moon, or the allurement of the ocean. They are both unbearably wondrous and radiant. I have a feeling the seagulls feel it too. They feel the endless call of the ocean. They fly, trying to go as for out as they can, needing only the air and the water, but in the end, they must go back to land. They cry, ever lonely, without the sea, like some lost love, far away. 'Tis truly an inspiring notion.