Herculean Oceans

Herculean oceans, unlike all other beings, In calming presence or in windswept waves Reflecting splendor or minacious doom Gifting to our eyes tributes all their own, What admiral adventure the sea brings! The greatest lakes may erringly assume, In their mountain beds and plush woodland homes, To be their equals in scope and pleasure, Are they not fed from the valiant rivers; But, still can hear the rolling tides seethe and rave In the dark channels of the salt ravines, Upon the waters of the blue tinged vales, Through liquid breath that scents the crystal air, Cloud bursts, fickle sunlight's reclusive beams, Thunder's gregarious light charged legions come down Attracted by the ocean's glistening crown; Tidal mountains bursting in orange flame Commensurate with dusk drenched evening skies And each shard of sun whipped brilliance clinging To the riptides of fevered devotion; Sword like unsheathed winds with slaughterous aim Amassed with four mighty arms swinging In ecstatic rhythms, harmonizing With harp plucked strings of a rainbow sweep Arching between ribbed ethereal sails Atomizing colors in naked sleep; Caverns echoing with deep commotion Listening to the grinding of earthly faults Enwrapped within their own coarse legacy Movements not even the oceans can constrain, Though gifted with their own ceaseless motion, Rumbling along a wide and raucous path Cadent disturbances when once aroused Pound warring chests that heave beneath the ground!