…so soft and low   

The desolate beauty
of the placid ocean
windless and waveless
shifting with a softness
that belies her depths
her surface glassy
and touched with the colours
of both day and night

her voice subdued
almost a whisper
as if it is her secrets
that she sings
so soft and low
released to fly free
into the sky above
secrets never revealed
to the depths below

yet in the labyrinthian fathoms
of her underworld
endless unspoken stories
still remain
tales of love and of loss
of joy and of pain

she drifts aimless and empty
night after day
after night after day
her only companions
the sun and the moon
her distant lovers
who come and go
with little regard for her heart

leaving her in endless confusion
shifting back and forth
between the light and the dark
and as she ponders her plight
the blue winds of sorrow
and the black winds of loss
circle the all-seeing night

now rage comes upon her
and her waves and her winds
are rising again
her whispers becoming
a roaring storm
beware the wrath
of a woman scorned
© Ann Bagnall