O Mighty Sea, How I Miss Thee Poem by Philip Lore

Sweet wind on the western sea,
Breathe thy salty mist to me,
Seize my heart,
As your rolling waters flow,
Roaring waves crashing so.

To lay upon your pleasant shore,
Your mist upon my resting face,
To hear your waves for ever more,
They crash and leave no trace.

Roaring down over dunes of sand,
Slowly dying, to a foamy end,
Beyond the waves, more bubbling foam,
Stark sunsets, an evening star all alone.

I look deep at you with no regret,
Thinking of days when we first met,
In shallow slumber, yet still I dream,
Resting hopeful, peaceful, so serene.

My restless, weary spirit flows,
No haunting troubles,
No more nagging woes.