At Ocean's End Her Quiet Beauty Ran Poem by Captain Cur

My hopeless thoughts, my helpless words
are wrung from an era of time I still hold dear
and those soft tunes in remembrance sung
whispers a gentleness into my ear.
Sweetly sounds the ancientness of the sea
purling and unforsaken by my eyes,
these themes I have raised so thoughtlessly
enlivens me with the gift of surprise,
first time love embraces, here by my side.
Should I aspire to a deeper truth
at ocean's end her quiet beauty ran
where fissures in the earth burst open wide,
fragrant, cascading, crashing wild eyed
to the place where my faith in self began.
Be I not to humble or proud to ask
surrounded by these worlds of blue,
taught by these waters what innocence knew.
Through the early frost and nights of slumber
I count each day till I reach that number;
this beginning, this gestation of love
from the greatest heights took flight and flew,
should time decay the whiteness of the dove
what death encumbers, oceans of life renew.