Poets of the Sea
Depths loiter along walls of choral reefs
Paneled waves touch gradients of color
Blue stroking black, birthing a painted world
Sea-men and women roam beneath the shallows
Fully comprehending the atmosphere
Oh how my mind appears as depths unknown
Years and years since my mind has been explored
Until somebody exposed these rare beasts
These inhabitants that perfectly see
And craft words on stone that chisel at my floor
This poem is about:
Me
Our world