On A Seafarer Poem by Yohan Confectioner

Placed here at heavens feet, where
At horizon blue meets its two shades.
Where the foamy spray
And the hungry teeth of the sea
Jive with the fiery leaps of the waves.
Where the undercurrents futile backlash
Is nullified by the seas thunderous motion.
Where truth arises out of a child building a sandcastle,
Only to be incessantly devoured by the waters onrush.

Where from seashore we are taken to the horizon,
Gliding above natures sweet motion.
Nothing is felt
But the sheer magnanimity of the eternal being,
The assassin of the deep.

The swaying sound of the sea,
The gulp of the wave,
Toes nibbling in silken sands,
Shall lie deep in the minds core.