For Two Lost Navy Seals, January, 2024

Weep no more, my lady
for your man has gone away
into black depths of the seas
where the whales will sing
him to sleep, their lullabies
pealing across the miles
from the bells of all the ships
that have ever sunk,
rocking him forever
in the cradle of the deep.

Weep no more, my lady,
for waves still lap upon the shore,
sandpipers peck and leap while
winter winds heap piles of foam
like snow upon the briny beach,
never out of reach in your heart, 
your love is rocking there
and in the cradle of the deep.