15 June 2012
I feel the sea, It's calling, Salt spray on my face.
I hear the waves, A-whistling, 'The ocean is your place.'
I take a step, Move forward, Suddenly waist deep.
My fingers, Wet with ocean, This ocean doesn't sleep.
The gulls call, They are goading, Telling me to swim.
Moving jerks, I enter, Swimming limb by limb.
Robot-like, I'm treading, Witchery done by sea.
A group, Of turning seals, Two and then there's three.
Under water, Swim deeper, I don't know why I do.
I feel, Hypnotised, One stroke closer to you.
The sea, Has pulled me in, I'm a slave to water's hand,
If YOU, Feel the call, Stay upon the land.
Water's Call. • Opuss № I