The Sea (poem)

The sea, it sings of mystery,
Of the many things in history.
So great the prize do I seek,
One which is not for the meek.

The sea, it sings of mystery,
Our closest touch with infinity.
Set sail to adventure course,
No destination, no remorse.

The sea, it sings of mystery,
A love lost, oh great destiny.
Into my beloved desire I must go,
So overboard I am to throw

The sea, it sings of mystery,
Within its arms, me for eternity.
Myself into the cold, tempest sea,
To happily die in my fantasy.