Sonnet, The Dusky Sea (From, The Lost Sonnets)

The dusky sea that lives to be master Targets ahead in to the new future, Morrows fate with roaring alastor And spoon filling hours in transferred suture; Symphonic song that sway on the ocean Scurry and pan with the unknown of deep, Contrast in ways distress through commotion What lies there hidden and still is asleep. Wonders of thought that comes to consign Imminent about nut in a new hull, Dancing in waves to each other align; The world of the profound raging to lull, What is a future without any name? Days to be found with hours ahead to tame.