Omnia Navis Verbum

Wending in the whispering sea,
With whining surf of flaming gold,
Set in the greatness of the fiery sun,
With lissome ways wending softly
In a way of waters to the walls of warring land.
Whispering quietly, softly to see
That to this I hold
The raging sea against the walls of Abaddon,
I see that the waving waters see them free,
The seabirds upon the shingle in solitary band,
The wrathful sea of sifting sand
The warring water coming to the walls of sundered land
Beside the waters, gently seeing,
To see the marble slate skillfully tiled,
I will always see the shell itself freeing
Against the whispering waters wending wild.