My heart is the sea.
My heart is the sea
The rolling, pulsing tidal push
As she breaks, in receeding foam
And beats again, in surging rush
The pounding of the booming surf
That crashes on compacted sand
And echoes of the easterly
That beats upon the yielding land
And in the storm she bleeds with me
Stirred to anger, by the violent blow
She casts her brown blood on the sands
Heaped and twisted, row by row.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com