An endless open sea without an earthly horizon will always be a healing force for a troubled soul. In moments of urban turmoil one can easily imagine the wonders of this open sea with flying fish, springing whales and dancing dolphins with a sunrise rising from its waters. A dream of peace and unity came over this old salty dog. This poem I wrote in the Berner Alps in 1995.
A SALTY DOG’S EMPHATIC DREAM
Tribulations and reconciliations
move emotions within all the good.
Such a melancholic state of mind
reminiscent of our childhood.
As I stand the breakers come surging
overwhelming my very essence.
If God’s will comes to be
we will be absolved in quiescence.
Enveloping our birth to our presence
stirring about however aloof.
With our aura to the cloud’s above
we will swirl amidst Heaven’s roof.
Within our dreams of florid fantasies
wondering, contemplating existentially
dividing from our origin,
separating from Adam’s sin.
In a cyclone of media twisting our senses
brainwashing babies and building fences.
Halt! The gnashing of teeth,
the pulling of hair.
The bashing of the beat telling us
all to watch and beware.
Simplemindedness in the devil’s caress
bring an apathy and vanishing sympathy.
I cry out “Wake! Resurrect! Unafraid of reproach”
Stroking tenderly one another
hugging each other sister and brother.
Thankful for the gift of togetherness
our earthly beings become a oneness.
Stroking through my hair I hear a seagull’s cry
echoing against the rocks and back to shore.
Reflecting upon an ancient mariner
with his quest toward a queen’s glamour.
Capturing his childish fascinations
I sang the body electric in finest rapport
with verses and cantos to a heavenly spirit.
Swirling in elegance I hear it in full choruses and refrains
as the seagull’s cry remains in percussive balance with the speed of sound.
How tantalizing their voices rebound
soothing the soul of this salty dog,
writing his memoirs in a seaman’s log.
With the wetting of my pen I philosophize
in search of truth or to prophesize.
I plead to Yahweh, Vishnu or Allah
to unravel the mysteries hidden within.
Bring me an answer through a blissful vision.
Beckon His wisdom and a reply will follow.
A springing whale will invoke Apollo
to pacify regression without neglection
paining the wicked in a moment of rejection
bringing release into a world of perfection.
The virtues of existence soar on the eagle’s wing.
Upward to the heavens our voices will sing.