Come Young Pirates, Part I I I - The Ocean Child

The warm west winds moved on their way Dispersing lost nomadic waves. Great whales blew water in a spire That caught the sun's glinting fire. The sun declined, in shadows hid Behind a cloud formed pyramid Then shone bright, its power full Atop its noontime pinnacle. Water kindling a sparkling glow Penetrating to depths below, Beams of light fantastically sent Twined in color the spectrum went Infused with power from the sky Beyond the reaches of the eye. The dusk soon settled free and wild Braiding waves of its ocean child, A pungent sweetness balms the air Traces of life all captured there Dissembling scents from whence they came While the sun closed its eye of flame. In her hair a fragrant flower Petals of time's immortal hour, Thick scaled behemoths flank her side Relics of creation's pride; And she will breathe and take her breath And pull the moonlight to her breast And gaze on stars so neatly strung And catch the snowflakes on her tongue. While all around the whitecaps danced The sunset streamed within her glance, In those eyes of delicious blue The sun faltered and fell from view. Then the night swooned soft and mild And rocked to sleep the ocean child.