The Sea Cave
A cave lies stone deep
where a warm song plays,
on the walls it creeps,
on waters it lays.
The sound and domain are joined-
a deep sonorous wave of soprano
trumpeting on torrid dome-
undulating rhythm, soothing echo.
Massive, rough monuments of rock
sheathed in glimmering sea,
protruding, rigid face to stalk,
stone, music, amity.
Notes and waves sweeping salty skin,
last abode of wandering foam and sea,
I, trudging above Ocean's bin
to the sea god's palace, dulcet and free.
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