Ode To The Wild Waters Poem by Dave Dafes

Thrust amid two alternatives,
Each the extreme of the other.
Both court me with soulful entreaties.
Out beat one another in their quest.
'Oh! Won't you visit my chambers tonight' said she,
'I've just made your favorite dinner' the other said.
How do I decide between these two?
Each with astounding magnificence.
One a homemaker, the other a life partner.
To one I gave my heart, the other my soul owns.
At my wife's beside a blissful haven,
My mistress' bowers garnished with hot coals.
Yet the latter I preferred,
The former an absentee lord I've been
9months a year I spend roaming in hell's fury
While my spouse I see but 90days.
Even when with her, my thoughts to my mistress sails.
Couldn't tear away from her grip.
The more I got, the more of her I wanted
She captivates my soul with her fierce anger
Engages my intellect when she lashes out,
Her vile temper like Jove's thunderbolt.
She throws my sails into the heavens
In the fury of her waves,
Dashes me against the rocks,
The gales she fed me by morn strengthens my oars
That I couldn't resist sowing my oats in her field
By noon, I get drunk in her thunderstorms that
I beg for Poseidon's mercy, like the Prince of Ithaca
After a weary night of her tempestuous roars
She sometimes cast me out in the cold,
Her doors she shut behind me
I don't mind sleeping outside,
As long as I'm on her verandah
Embraced by the currents of her waves
Though ravaged by her rage
She is a wild courtesan, no captain could tame
Whenever I stare into her turquoise eyes, my reflection I saw
Her perfumed locks spread beyond the horizon
A great sheet that parts asunder the continents,
Her kiss knocks out your consciousness,
Her caresses is death, Yet I'm addicted to her breast
The vile mistress that owns my soul
I navigate her skirt, which flows down from Asia,
Covering her Mediterranean hips to her Atlantic feet
A Siren that lures many to their demise
Beware of her thigh, where so many dreams were shipwrecked
But I love her still, the wild seas that possess my soul
From the lovely arms of Daisy I went away
Bidding me go, with tears-filled eyes.
She knew she couldn't keep me
However hard she tried
I love her too but the ocean I loved more
She was always with me, her stormy waves
Beckon to me in my dreams.
Oceania, in your arms will I be buried