The Ocean

The ocean opened up with blue newness

Beckoning, calling to my new blueness

And in its timeless abyss

The sirens wailed

The children flailed

And all else paled

In the face of a vastness that never failed

When the songs of innocence had fled

When the hearts of the people had bled

And the shrines to the ego had crumbled

All that was left was crash and tumult

The sound and the fury of triton forgotten

On the banks of the River Styx

Bereft of all my silly tricks

Bare except for what lay betwixt

The heaven and the earth

The airy notes of little worth

That teased and pleased

and screamed their pleas

They said they were happy

They said they had had fun

They said they were content

And had no reason to run

As they fled, as they bled

As they realized their song,

was the song of the dead

Upon my pillow the demons whispered

Their contentment into my waiting ear

Telling me what I wanted to hear

Making sure I felt loved and dear

And I knew that the rumble of the sea was near

And in that timeless abyss

Nothing nothing seemed to be amiss