Pelagic Pining
A Poem Written 12/03/2005
Pelagic Pining 12/03/2005 David C. Roberson
I often think about the sea: its salty wash, and sun-lit shine, the tint of green, the smell of brine. And yet in places deepest blue, God's sprawling beauty: I think of you. I often long to greet the sea. The graceful dwellers, the way fish smile! The plants, they wave over water-razed miles. But of the places so deep and cold, my mind then wanders, longs for your hold.