Ocean Night

I

Where is Aurora ?
Sweet, sweet Aurora…
Newborn and fresh Aurora…

Among debris I float, drifting unwilling
over unknown fate, a new horror pines,  
covered by the soft darkness’s mantle.
My end approaches with a cold mistle
as not even the southern star shines
to guide me safely to secured grounding.

Ah, the past is my only remaining board
keeping me arrested in the surface.
The crew is doomed, leaving no trace;
the underwater scavengers can now hoard.

II

The wrecked ship have now disappeared
in the nearest shore her ruins will emerge
but the ocean will bury too many stories…
I wish to see light clearing all mysteries
however my eyes only see a voiding surge
and in his vortex silence is invoked.

The ill fortune vultures already gather,
death’s avatars is what the prayer draws.  
The sharks already clench their jaws
feasting in the quiet and unclean water…

III

Sounds tricks my senses while I becalm,  
a seagull cry seems like a desperate plea.
I hear songs and the sirens swift as the wind.
I hear your voice in the chimeras in my mind,
I want to swim and be lost in the desert sea
harbinger of nightmares to the unsleeping realm

The sky is all blank and like a mirror
reflects only the shades of my disgrace,
as if Gods standing in the other space
mock my life with the vision of my error.

IV

Abandoning his undersea ancient lair,
the heavenly hosts are united in their concern,
as the fear scent brings the true leviathan,
covered by sea weed; horror of the ocean.
Only his gaze I can in madness discern,
those wrathful eyes reflecting my despair

I recall our last night; unwary of my near pains,
if warned, I would make the only, eternal night!
Now? Will be the only night this, full of fright?  
One infinity refuses me while the other sustains.

V

Death is away, dealing with the rushing cities,  
as I wait with uneasy calm the returning wave,
the same tidal waves that always approaches
but are always unable to reach the shores.
I became now ocean’s only remaining slave,
enticed by his century old devious melodies.  

Death, it is not what I fear, but the oblivion.
Like forlorn maidens I will change to spume
but no compassion of any God will rescue me,
and in the sky won’t shine my constellation.

VI

Once I pondered, how would you ever know?
Then like a genie’s bottle, my chest drifted,
I hugged it tight, thinking about what was inside;
my labor; the ink smudged by water’s slide,
joining the corals and in Crab’s lore converted;
Ironically, past and future would perish now.

I float lost holding my chest when my will is shaken,
my body begs for rest, but if I surrender and sleep
where would I awake ? In Atlantis ruins in the deep
or in the forsaken island where Crusoe was taken ?

VII

Intense mists cover the air as a bell rings afar.
Now, the waters rock me tenderly like a cradle,
akin to an infant I perceive the dream devises.
The significance is transmitted like a riddle…
and my name is called while the sun rises
as I find myself heading to a coast insular

My feet touch the sand, relief finally leading
but a feeling usurps my peace as I gaze back;
in the distant waters, floating among the wrack,
I see myself: The peril now is awakening.

VIII

The torment is nearly gone as the dream survives,
the hours brought safety and trickery in even parts
and the warmth grants me with memory’s supplies.  
The sea wind blows, clouds vanishes before my eyes,
they went limp; unrest remains but the wraith departs
shunned by revered daylight, dawning hour arrives!

I swim holding my chest towards the far west
leaving behind the evil released by Pandora,
keeping guarded only the hope to see Aurora
in the crimson sky, dressing just a scanty vest.

Once more, I see, Aurora
Once More, Sweet Aurora
Sweet, Eternal Aurora