The Sea Of Storms Too Oft I Think Of It Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Sea of Storms too oft I think of it
For in Storms confused I saw Ideas born.
Neptune reared his green head
Up
From the sea-line of the Storms.
And in as proportion direct
The Sea of Storms bubbled, bubbled at the surface.
Bubbled, bubbled, bubbled
Densifying
And eddying
And as in a Vortex large churned waves
Held umbrellas from the rain sheltering
But Ideas! Ah! Ideas even though
In to the torrid rain sweltering
They came and they came and they flowed.