Verses Be Less Flowing

Verses be less flowing More rare More parched Now! The night is flown But The same sadness Mist-like goes round The Earth's ways Around! O for the roar of the sea In winter's tempests By The shores of Zonqor Point And further Further beyond where the Sea deepens to a black outrage. I think I yearn For the white curly waves Of winter tempests Yes Off Zonqor Point Beyond Where my Inner Soul proffers To fly. Giddying thoughts Ruminating fast A spinning top of Thoughts! And O for the roar of the sea In winter's tempests By The shores of Zonqor Point And further Further beyond where the Sea deepens to a black outreach.