Achaean News
Divine Terzanelle 23: inspired by Lord Neraeos
Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Hello everyone!
I'm back, and here is the next poem in the Divine Terzanelle series.
Enjoy!
With Love,
Kiusha
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Beckoning Sea
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The soft and gentle waves across your feet
assure you of the ocean's tender care.
You're breathless for a moment when you meet
the breakers of the ocean, strong and fair.
The rhythmic rolling of the foaming waves
assures you of the ocean's tender care.
With all its faces, under sun or haze,
the sea is calling, beckoning you near.
The rhythmic rolling of the foaming waves
embraces both the ocean's rage and fear.
But even when its fury strikes you down,
the sea is calling, beckoning you near.
A leaping dolphin turns itself around
out in the briny sea, the ocean calm.
And even when its fury strikes you down
there's rhythmic harmony in every pass.
The curious waves flow across your feet,
out of the briny sea. The ocean calm,
you breathless for a moment, when you meet.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 439 AF.
Divine Terzanelle 23: inspired by Lord Neraeos
Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Hello everyone!
I'm back, and here is the next poem in the Divine Terzanelle series.
Enjoy!
With Love,
Kiusha
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Beckoning Sea
-------------
The soft and gentle waves across your feet
assure you of the ocean's tender care.
You're breathless for a moment when you meet
the breakers of the ocean, strong and fair.
The rhythmic rolling of the foaming waves
assures you of the ocean's tender care.
With all its faces, under sun or haze,
the sea is calling, beckoning you near.
The rhythmic rolling of the foaming waves
embraces both the ocean's rage and fear.
But even when its fury strikes you down,
the sea is calling, beckoning you near.
A leaping dolphin turns itself around
out in the briny sea, the ocean calm.
And even when its fury strikes you down
there's rhythmic harmony in every pass.
The curious waves flow across your feet,
out of the briny sea. The ocean calm,
you breathless for a moment, when you meet.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 439 AF.