This Is More Than Cloud Nine

This poem is for the sea,
And to torrents as well
That grow within each degree
To be soothing as hell.

To be soothing as hell
Describes the apogee;
Of the broken shell,
To heights and depths of free.

To heights and depths of free.
We find wanton desire.
Beautiful as can be,
Nothing can quench her fire.

Nothing can quench her fire,
The heat is in the steam.
It’s useless to retire
Or wake from such a dream.

Leonell