Sonnet 25, The Dusky Sea

The dusky sea that lives to be master
Targets ahead in to the new future,
Morrows fate with roaring alastor
And spoon filling hours in transferred suture;
Symphonic song that sway on the ocean
Scurry and pan with the unknown of deep,
Contrast in ways distress through commotion
What lies there hidden and still is asleep.

Wonders of thought that comes to consign
Imminent about nut in a new hull,
Dancing in waves to each other align;
The world of the profound raging to lull,
What is a future without any name?
Days to be found with hours ahead to tame.