The Son Of The Sea Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Son Of The Sea
It's near midnight.
The Son of the Sea
In dripping clothes
And naked feet
Walks on the rocks
Raw biting and piers.
It's near midnight.
Rustles the sea
Discovering in the dark
That restlessness which
In this morn it hid.
It's near midnight.
Another day, another
Dawn
Will awake soon
Abate
The restlessness of
Night
The wildraw angst
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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