The Sea

Elizabeth Kamosa

The sea spoke in a distant voice. It was muffled but still clear. It whispered like a melody and roared softly in my ear. It told tales of creatures in its depths And unraveled their routines. It spoke of how they came to be And contents of their dreams. It reminisced over ancient times When no vessels were alive. The only things to ride its waves Were the whales among the tide. It told me that each night It lulls the sky to sleep And how this message drifts To the creatures in the deep.