Ode To The Undertow Poem by Brett White

My Soul long'st for thee, White Sea-foam;
To quietly taketh my Heart back home...
Under thy Rolling Waves of Light.
Some fight and fight with all their Might,
To escape'st thy Pull - the Unknown -
Under thy waves, no lights'll be Shone.
Thou play'st with me, seductively,
Nature's Charm's engulfing me.
My soul hath no pow'r to resist
Thy Pull, quietly calling - A Gift.
If only thee could be unwound,
Thy secret Gifts are underground.