The wild, dark beauty of the sea,
the crashing waves,
the roaring wind,
the still and sweet serenity.
The mighty waves that, rearing high,
sweep back the blankets of the sky
when thunder rolls
and lightning flares,
where seabirds wheel and call and cry.
Or gentle waves that softly call
the jasmine covered lily-hall,
a whisper in
the nighttime air,
across the windswept sky they fall.
The sun beams down like gems of frost,
like jewels of gold, wind torn, wave tossed,
a stormy sea,
a paradise forever lost.