Sea of Love

While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,

the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  �"

roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.

Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces,

and rain in streams belies the dreams that fantasy embraces �"

the ocean sprays of yesterdays conceal forsaken faces. 

The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,

between the knells for shattered shells drift wounded seagulls’ screams �"

affection blends but sometimes ends, or so it sadly seems.

At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns  

and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns �"

a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.

While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,

a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles �"

the spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.

As seven stranded seamen scan the dimple-dappled moon,

eleven sultry sirens serenade a lonely loon �"

the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune. 

Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew

with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo �"

storms, spent, subside with ebbing tides, then all begins anew.