The sea calls to my soul from lives long past-
Echos reverberating from eons ago to the very last-
She calls to me and from time to time I must make the pilgrimage-
To rebuff her distant insistent call seems somehow sacrilege-
Flashes of half forgotten desperate moments bring the smell of the sea-
The burning flames leaping high above the screams of the dying come to me-
I feel the ship settling into the dark water swiftly under my feet-
Wondering if it is now my time, this time, my Creator to meet-
But then again it is a moon lite night with gentle waves lapping upon the sand-
The indescribable feeling which comes with a passionate woman’s moaning demand-
Glimpses of children playing in the emerald foaming surf as it comes crashing down-
They look at me as if to call to one they know, then disappear back into the mist without a sound-
And yes sometimes at night when I look at the ocean of stars shimmering in the purple sky-
They call to me of times in other universes, in far more distant lives gone by!
The Ole Dog!
