Watching the sea waves as they roll in
I’m lying inside an artificial skin
Inside outside where I am living
For a time when quiet replaces the din
Born of chaos, killing, hunger, sin.

The sound of the sea seems so inviting
Yet its power is very forbidding.
The white water horses are galloping
Ever nearer the shore they were leaping
To come down noisily crashing.

Watching a lone man sitting on the shore
The old man of the sea, I wasn’t so sure
Whether I saw a tear in his eye or what is more
Did the man want to plunge into a venture
Of the coldness, the murk, the wet, the danger.

But before a decision was to become his law
The man walked off, he lifted a large claw
It was like shutting an ever open door
The man went away, never to be seen anymore,
The sea was always moving towards my shore