To the Atlantic for a bath my soul had suggest
Then I threw myself into its nakedness
Now diving below as an angel bequest
That they heard my prayers and will now give me rest
In a quick moment, the sea suddenly weakens my zest
It’s breaking anger reflecting on its faltering crest
Roaring with rage it suppresses against my chest
Lost I became as it subdued my consciousness
Heavy I felt as it wraps me in a wave
My face grew pale and my head felt daze
As reality steps in, my soul grew faze
Dull as a dying flower in an idle vase
Oh, how much my conscience became amaze
To see in a few seconds I remembered my earthly days
Now as it takes me below its watery laze
To the Atlantic shores my sorrows all gaze.
Ron