Elizabeth Kamosa

The sea spoke in a distant voice.

It was muffled but still clear.

It whispered like a melody

and roared softly in my ear.

It told tales of creatures in its depths

And unraveled their routines.

It spoke of how they came to be

And contents of their dreams.

It reminisced over ancient times

When no vessels were alive.

The only things to ride its waves

Were the whales among the tide.

It told me that each night

It lulls the sky to sleep

And how this message drifts

To the creatures in the deep.