Sea View

SEA VIEW RUBAIYAT

I am drawn to the sea – it has always been so:
to wander the cliffs where the sea-breezes blow
and the waves rolling in with the spray flying free
over fathoms of misty-green water below.

I am drawn to the sea – to the sound of the sea:
to the whine of the wind and a wild majesty
in the thunder of waves at the cliff’s wetted face,
and the cry of the gulls with their shrill harmony.

I am drawn to the sea – to the slow, rhythmic pace
in the ebb and the flow of continual grace,
while a gathering mist on a grey winter’s day
brings the solitude found in this desolate place.

I am drawn to the sea with the tang of the spray
that lifts from the splintering waves and away...
and away then my thoughts, in the pull and the tow
of swift hidden currents this grave, sombre day.

I am drawn to the sea, where the tides surge and flow
over dark, jagged rocks that gleam brightly below.
Here to wander a while, and to gaze and to know
I am drawn to the sea – it has always been so.

Toby Wren