Thursday, February 3, 2011


There is a calm upon the sea.
     Ships make the only waves.
A leaden sun, and skies of black
     Shine on the inky waste.

The wind comes up, the waves climb high.
     Ships bound like rubber balls.
The sun is gone, and clouds drop down
     To blend with the reaching waves.

The squall is past, the sea is calm,
     Sun shines on ships of pearl.
The sky is blue, and soft white clouds
     Dance in the fresh cool breeze.

As is the calm before the storm
     Followed by calm again;
So is the life before the death
     Followed again by life.