Whispers of the Ocean’s Voice

I remember its scream of yesteryear

come follow me to the world

far across the foamy sea

where beyond the next horizon

will always be a mystery

It once screamed my name

in daring invitation

and youth cannot forgo a dare

I packed a seabag at sixteen years

off to the Labrador coast so dear

It called me to the Arctic

beneath the Northern lights

I marveled at a sea of white

as far as I could see

in the land of endless night

To the out-ports and the cities

to the strangest sites of man

my blood with salt brine ran

the ocean was my mistress

and I her faithful man

Years and youth go quickly

now my seabags packed away

I now come alone to listen for

the ocean to call my name

to whisper to me just once more