Something silent

Something silent, 
something soothing
and holy
in the seething hush
of the horizon’s beyonder, 
the gushing froth
and scintillated foam
of the sea
spoke to me — 
of its puny concept
of ceaselessness
in the moonlight,
itself to all else
 — how the wavelets danced, 
curlicues on the waves: 
lapping, flapping,
slapping their sides
and clapping their joy
 — and how they sang