Ocean StoriesA Poem by Moonie~Just a romantic poem~To chambers and notches of seaweed, we can journey, if ever you need to sleep, hearing the ocean waves. We would collect the conch shells the sea saves for lost travellers, like you and me. We would go together to the foaming sea, where strange melodies paint images on the walls of chambers and cages of the foaming periwinkle sea. We would go and hear that melody. When the northern star shall reach out, and the distant mariner boy would shout, that it is the time for mermaids to ascend, we would wait by the caves and hear their voices blend with the sound of the troubled sea. Alone, in the silence, only you and me. When the air is salty and the water hushed, we would sleep, wrapped in the golden dust. Should the cries of the pale skinned sea ever break our lost rhyming reverie, we would sing aloud to the moon, to lull and hush the childish sea soon. If its promise, the platinum moon shall keep, we would drown again in our sleep, and dream beautiful dreams of voices in a shell, Till the dawn arrives and tinkles the church bells of some distant, dry, deserted town's core. We would awake again and be washed ashore.
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