Come Young Pirates, Part I I I - The Ocean Child Poem by Captain Cur

The warm west winds moved on their way
Dispersing lost nomadic waves.
Great whales blew water in a spire
That caught the sun's glinting fire.
The sun declined, in shadows hid
Behind a cloud formed pyramid
Then shone bright, its power full
Atop its noontime pinnacle.
Water kindling a sparkling glow
Penetrating to depths below,
Beams of light fantastically sent
Twined in color the spectrum went
Infused with power from the sky
Beyond the reaches of the eye.
The dusk soon settled free and wild
Braiding waves of its ocean child,
A pungent sweetness balms the air
Traces of life all captured there
Dissembling scents from whence they came
While the sun closed its eye of flame.

In her hair a fragrant flower
Petals of time's immortal hour,
Thick scaled behemoths flank her side
Relics of creation's pride;
And she will breathe and take her breath
And pull the moonlight to her breast
And gaze on stars so neatly strung
And catch the snowflakes on her tongue.
While all around the whitecaps danced
The sunset streamed within her glance,
In those eyes of delicious blue
The sun faltered and fell from view.
Then the night swooned soft and mild
And rocked to sleep the ocean child.