Angela Smith

Lunar Pariah

Waves rushing and rolling,
Crashing and thundering,
Giants of the oceans,
Leaving us wondering

Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Were they always this magical?
What happens below

The ocean’s surface,
Their mystical haven,
Home of the waves,
Of the sea raven.

Strange creatures dwell
In the blue abyss,
Unexplored, unexploited,
Marked with the ocean’s dark kiss.

Far above them,
The ocean’s furies ferment,
Lashes of lunar water,
Victims of aquatic slaughter lament.

These waves so enticing,
Rushing and gushing,
So magically charming,
Yet cold and forever crushing.