Never forget the man of the Sea and Sky,

For he,  

lets the the octopui leek,

  And the speech of fishes spreek,  

and chances that come once in life 

  To find two tigers, with the same stripes.  

To be

 a budding spring breeze

with an essence of salt

Winter leaves

In the midst of may 

As sailboats soar in a rather therapeutic way

Parallaxis of life ,

with the tactics of man

who switched many faces,

she didn't think she can.

Yet a Wind Song  i hear,

Oceanswings to the beat of the moon

The onomatopoeic words

Of Diamante's Moot

Its all about me

and Japanese Poetry

to Obsess over

Fantasies of zebras,

that never come true.

Shapes shift with sight

Yet sanity was a gift

That I for one don't follow

Laid Back

with eyes closed, in the sand

I Gasp

as water attacks

my lungs in its command.

Praise to the Orange Fish Molly

its Tail flashed Before My Eyes

as she jumped over to her boyfriend Romi

I scampered far thinking of the Christmas Holly

I always keep above my front door,

an excuse to kiss,

the angels that may pass

I should have stayed in the Boat,

But I'd have been Bored to Death already

If it Wasn't for the Sea.