From Sea to Fire

Then if the cold sea jeers let death surge near.
The glass walls shake and crack: the waters heave:
O in my dreams I meet a murderer.

Tidal awareness prowls round one idea:
a web in shifting waters somehow weave.
Then if the cold sea jeers let death surge near.

A saltlash vision swirls through each veneer.
There is danger in the friendship we achieve.
O in my dreams I meet a murderer.

When shall I treasure you, my rose, my dear?
It is my life to love and to believe.
Then if the cold sea jeers let death surge near.

Hope climbs – O shine one second deep and clear!
At length the sun slips off the water’s sleeve.
O in my dreams I meet a murderer.

Of course there is God: His name was always here.
There is a pause in which I press for leave.
Then if the cold sea jeers let death surge near.
O in my dreams I meet a murderer.

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