Seawind #1

From beneath the eaves

Of transient waves

I peer into the ageless sky

To hear the young winds sigh;

O you of sorrow,

The sea broke all bones in its body

Only to prostrate before the mountains,

Who cowers, frozen at its peak

For fear of vainglory.

Yet you parade

Blackened clouds in your wake

Its thundering rage

Before you weep

Your blue masquerade.

The wind speaks;

Sad poet, you pen lies

I carry only the sea’s turbulence

I sigh, only your sighs

I borne only your soul’s musk

            I am the husk, of your eloquence.

You do not speak my speak

My howling replies, cold

Upon your unlistening ears

I am but a messenger.

The Poet laments;

How do I

Hear the young winds’ woes

Beneath the wild seas’ throes

If your mountainous silence fills me?

O solemn one o mine,

I have tamed the winds to bear me

upon its back

I have quelled my soul to bear you

upon its seam

I offer you my grandest gesture;

            My wildflower words

            by woe-betide winds.

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8th January 2014
It feels a little like defeat, I've to admit. To be here. 
I won't give up just yet though. Just the first one, I hope.