Heaven’s Sea

A coast comes forth in promontory stand:
 The sea spreads world’s horizon wide before.
Down a lonesome cliff waves wash over sand –
 Away the tide ebbs, far it flows from shore.
Deep into the vast ocean, currents pour
 In fathomless swirls, attuned with moonbeams.
Far enough the full tide returns once more;
 Far away from land are man’s aching dreams.
Mariners, some, trust visionary gleams.
 Returning to the land the tide will bend,
Motion taken for granted, so it seems –
 Monotony is the lovely sea’s end?

A distantly known land is fraught vision:
 Salty mates trust the heavens’ precision.