The Sea's Chanty

When the new green wind cowls the waves into caves,
The ancient bones of ships and slaves,
Gleaming like iv’ry and rattling close,
Are sliding and nudging the floor of the sea.

Down to the deep,
Down to the deep,

Swept from our minds to scream and weep.

When the watery curls of bay and sand,
Slip into pools and cover the land,
The mist strides out from the fading dark.
She snatches the dawn and the moon in her hand.

Walks in the sand, 
Walks in the sand

She squeezes the colors away to grey, 
And sips and swallows the light of day. 

Noelie Angevine