A reader’s poem: The Sea

The Blackness of ink is the sea late at night
And the white of her waves pale as milk
With a torrent of fury she stirs in the storm
Such a fearful yet heart rending sight.

O the sea how she dances on the face of the earth
With the sun and the moon looking down
On the brightest of days and the darkest of nights
With her moods from sorrow to mirth,

How she sighs and she moans with her heaving of waves
For she knows not of rest nor of sleep
Forever to move with the tides and the moon
For she cries for the the peace that she craves,

How she sings, how she cries from morning till night
How her heart is the storm and the calm
O the sea such a mistress you never have known
How she governs this world and this life!

By Sherifa Rashidally