Annie Cordelia Adams


the Sea, my home,
tamed by the wild winds
is the simple road that waits
while the refined use its rapid currents
to sail and barge and float across the Sea

used and subdued
because you are the tool
the pedestal of man

the Sea, my home,
whispers up to me
and i come down gracefully
watching at this blissful hour
singing on the deck of ships

thank you, Sea
for taking me upon this voyage
where blessed foot and ground
cannot take me where i'm bound

at times, i am beneath the waves
then the Sea relinquishes and saves
my very life: my very life

then i sink and crashing down
the Sea fills my horrid frown
the immortal Sea.
whereas, it is far more lively than my being

the Sea, my home,
in honoured vestige
waits to carry me across the way
where the celestial bodies of eternity
blend the green, earthen tones of home

and then, i know,
in humbled accord
with the Sea and his lasting will
that i truly hold nothing in my power
and the Sea turns emptiness into gold and flower

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 7, 2010

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