The voice I heard came from the seas
Midst the raging storms, 
Storms are but a part of me 
For myriad are my forms.

I'm mostly gentle in my pace 
Like waves that lap the shore, 
And happily show a friendly face 
Peaceful to the core,

I'm home to all kinds of fish
Flora and fauna too, 
Many a man have I seen wish, 
But never a man rue

That he lived by the mighty sea 
And unkind was my thrust, 
For I always give you all of me 
As indeed I always must,

I give you beautiful books to read 
Like the Old Man and the Sea, 
And were it not for sharks indeed
Hemingway might have missed me.

And when at night the stars I see 
And fondly gaze at the moon, 
 Somewhere lies in memory
The thought, they’ll be gone and soon,

If I could but a picture paint
Of me and that heavenly sky, 
The light so blue, the clouds so faint 
To the 'day' I'd say goodbye,

But I know that somewhere in the East
The brightest star of all,
Will rise, and I will shimmer at an Orange feast
And hear the morning call,

I am the ballad of the sea,
And zephyr gladly sings with me, 
Wind and water are elements two, 
Without us, Man, what would you do,

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)