The Ocean's vigil
The Ocean's Vigil Waves diverging, spots between stars. Drifting away, drifting apart. Aquamarine meets royal blue. I wasn't going to make it; that, I knew. Waves lapping against the boat, And the sea breeze tastes of salt. The sun doesn't seem to bow, The light stands tall. Holding the sail - hang tight, stay low. Journeyed far beyond the horizon, What a child I was. Ghosts of tides follow my conscience, In everything I do. Millions know my name. Yet my soul? Very few. I can feel their eyes upon me, Sharp and distinct. But the blue against my body sets me free. I'll stay here until my final dive; All before I go back down to the place I stay. But wh're the travelling lamp meets the sky is the lodging this issue hast known. Below the wat'rs with the m'rmaids, Yond's the lodging i calleth home. - Prisha Kapadia