It's Christmas At The Sea Poem by Lazarus Knix

It's Christmas at the sea.
Oryan cradles a newborn star
Within his ancient palms,
Cautiously perching it
Upon the deep pinnacle of midnight.

Below, a frenzy-
Calamitous tides in bright, soaring chorus
(O come O come Emanuel)
Richer than the veins of God,
Unite the shattered currents
Beneath a Buddhist moon.

Twevle gulls carol in wavering darkness,
A lighthouse beckons the citadel of the sun.

Dawn,
(Nature's first gift)
Wrapped in bows of gentle crimson,
Unravels before us
Like lavender yarn.

Freedom, her second-
Is the sea itself.
Direction, unity, motion, inexhaustable freedom...
And life-
Oceanic life.