blainebeckner
11-08-2010, 09:46 PM
Out in the jaded ocean lies a tale of exhausting devotion,
and if you have the notion, to sit and listen you will learn,
in white waves crested with sadness,
and rough rocks crashing with madness,
a fortunate formal gladness waits to sooth the acrid burn.
(like a dulcet nocturne)
It was many, many years ago, the wind had suddenly ceased to blow,
(halt me if you already know)
across the surface of the sea,
and in the unceasing stillness, sat a ship with breathless illness,
and a gent lacking quickness, bent with impalpable debris.
His rod humped in frustration, his eyes brimmed indignation,
while fighting damning isolation with a beast of the marine.
Three nights the affray had no avail, no flash of fin nor flick of tail,
and still no breeze entered his sails, to cool his brow knitted with sheen.
Though his quest may seem so distant, his unfailing rugged persistence
certainly should be assistant, to pangs of sympathy.
For thrusting deep into battle, with silver-rainbow cattle,
while his ancient bones did rattle, in his oaken, sturdy steed.
Until in gasping desperation, a wailing lamentation
burst forth devoid of patience, falling silent on the sea.
“I've lost and cherished countless times, repented for my shallow crimes,
I beg of thee to help me find, some small assuagement fit for me.
This microscopic favor, shall cause thee meager labor,
but the honor I would savor, until eternity.”
(spoke the man to the endless sea.)
Out of the drink a fish did rise, and relayed a reply to his surprise,
“What you cry is not a lie, but I must hinder granting you your wish,
for not arresting me today, 'morrow another will come I pray,
to leap onto your shattered bay, to mend thy tormented anguish.
Until the end the one will stay, nor ever dream of drifting astray, I plead,
cut thy line and drift away, and thy contentment shall flourish.”
The weathered gent keen and wise, stood fast a moment, then with a sigh,
drew his blade and freed his prize into the emerald sea.
Standing straight his shallow breast, swelled with hope for his long quest,
God exhaled, ceased the windless death upon the surface of the sea,
(stretching his sails with sweet salve and taught serenity)
Many years had taught him well, to heed the presage the fish did tell,
for latter day to him befell, a loyal bounty, so beautiful a bonny,
a rare and radiant lovely, across the surface of the sea.
and if you have the notion, to sit and listen you will learn,
in white waves crested with sadness,
and rough rocks crashing with madness,
a fortunate formal gladness waits to sooth the acrid burn.
(like a dulcet nocturne)
It was many, many years ago, the wind had suddenly ceased to blow,
(halt me if you already know)
across the surface of the sea,
and in the unceasing stillness, sat a ship with breathless illness,
and a gent lacking quickness, bent with impalpable debris.
His rod humped in frustration, his eyes brimmed indignation,
while fighting damning isolation with a beast of the marine.
Three nights the affray had no avail, no flash of fin nor flick of tail,
and still no breeze entered his sails, to cool his brow knitted with sheen.
Though his quest may seem so distant, his unfailing rugged persistence
certainly should be assistant, to pangs of sympathy.
For thrusting deep into battle, with silver-rainbow cattle,
while his ancient bones did rattle, in his oaken, sturdy steed.
Until in gasping desperation, a wailing lamentation
burst forth devoid of patience, falling silent on the sea.
“I've lost and cherished countless times, repented for my shallow crimes,
I beg of thee to help me find, some small assuagement fit for me.
This microscopic favor, shall cause thee meager labor,
but the honor I would savor, until eternity.”
(spoke the man to the endless sea.)
Out of the drink a fish did rise, and relayed a reply to his surprise,
“What you cry is not a lie, but I must hinder granting you your wish,
for not arresting me today, 'morrow another will come I pray,
to leap onto your shattered bay, to mend thy tormented anguish.
Until the end the one will stay, nor ever dream of drifting astray, I plead,
cut thy line and drift away, and thy contentment shall flourish.”
The weathered gent keen and wise, stood fast a moment, then with a sigh,
drew his blade and freed his prize into the emerald sea.
Standing straight his shallow breast, swelled with hope for his long quest,
God exhaled, ceased the windless death upon the surface of the sea,
(stretching his sails with sweet salve and taught serenity)
Many years had taught him well, to heed the presage the fish did tell,
for latter day to him befell, a loyal bounty, so beautiful a bonny,
a rare and radiant lovely, across the surface of the sea.