Hauntingly beautiful …
The sea was calm, the moon glowing bright,
A luminous globe in midnight sky.
From deep in the sea on this quiet night
Came a mournful sound, almost a cry.
What can this sound be, maybe a dream
That quickly woke me from my slumber.
So far away, yet close it did seem,
This one sound now increased in number.
Alone on the deck, aroused from sleep,
Now at the rail, looking o’er the sea.
The sounds came from whales of the deep,
Hauntingly beautiful music to me.
Were they calling to me or each other?
I listened, admiring on their behalf.
One lonesome sound may be a mother
Calling out to her wayward calf.
Mesmerized I drifted between
Wakeful and a short calming sleep.
And hoping a whale could be seen.
But, alas they were far too deep.
Then came the mournful sound again,
Long and low, was a bull grieving
For the loss of his mate sadly slain?
Then all was quiet, were they leaving?
Staring at the sea of deepest black
I felt alone, sadly missing the songs.
When a huge and mighty humpback
Soared up high from where he longs,
To be with his life long only mate.
For moments it seemed he hung there,
Like a sad monument and lonely mate
Anger and sorrow filled the air.
Then he splashed down hard on his back,
Nearly drowning me in his sorrow.
No water upon me did I lack.
Yet I prayed he’d find her tomorrow.
Ancient melodic sounds from the deep
Heard by grandfathers long before me,
Lulled me back to my belated sleep,
And I knew no whaler I’d ever be.
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© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns