The sea is such a savage thing,
unkempt and wild and dark,
it swells and hurls within its rising,
and crashes deep within its heart.
As life is borne on waves to shore,
each breath bubbling at its crest,
so too, the life is snuffed before,
its light has tasted breath.
The cold and dark at bottom's depth,
cries loud of trapped, forgotten souls,
the surface warmth atop the cleft,
belies the safe embrace within its rolls.
It would be hard, to not feel awe,
while standing at its breadth,
when glimpsed within a single drop,
the tangled curse of life and death.