Old Man Sea

He still stands, waiting for his lover.

Hush, as the rolling masses of foam undulate

Like voluptuous gypsy dancers upon ice

Purring in harmonious rhythm towards her lover

Whilst the slate painted gulls solicit swift reprise

 

 

 

 

 

(Just once more, my love)

 

 

 

 

Deep crevices chiseled by Father Time, his Hera,

Deceive his weather-torn, bearded countenance

And his thirsty tongue laps Aeolus’s moist breeze

Cleansing his weary soul with the easterly incense

 

 

 

 

(Just once more, my love)

 

 

She swoons to his ancient harbor beckoning

Serenading his hollowed ears with alluring mantras

Requesting Priapus’s armor as he searched her breadth

For her Nereus, her beloved Triton that once was

 

 

 

(Just once more, my love)

 

 

His salty lips beseech Poseidon’s far holy temple

Calloused hands stretching for the elixir of his Hebe

Whilst mossy eyes long milked of pearly sight wetted

Still envisioning the haunting dance of the sea

 

 

(Just once more, my love . . .)