Gabu by Carlos Angeles

The battering restlessness of the sea

Insists a tidal fury upon the beach

At gabu and its pure consistency

Havocs the wasteland hard within its reach.

Brutal the daylong bashing of its heart Against the seascape where, 

for miles around,Farther than sight itself,

the rockstones part

And drop into the elemental wound.

The waste of centuries is grey and dead

And neutral where the sea has beached its brine.

Where the spilt salt of its heart lies spreadAmong the dark habiliments of Time.

The vital splendor misses.

For here, here At Gabu where the ageless tide recurs,

All things forfeited are most loved and dear.

It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.