Rapture

The ocean is a strange place after dusk

Blue glowing waves and sprinkled stardust

Predated snails in empty husks

Watching cunning crabs from their keeps

But midst the roiling furious life

Now frozen in the torches’ light

A state of grace and sure delight

Sets the hurried mind at peace

I must go now to the ocean-side

And watch the sharks and fishes glide

So that my drifting mind can bide

And breathe the rapture of the deep