On faceless seas

I sat as if envisioning...chasing tepid breath
Cold and languid didst my eyes retreat
Far neath the shoals of frothy shores of faces-aimlessly
thirsting for another face to drink
Beswept by common currents eager eyes began to search
Athwart the saltwashed faces - mirthful swells
Until a gaze so graceful licked the sting of salty eyes
Passion - ardent swelling 'round befell
Orbs of glee unfathomed by the pious minds of gods
effulgence of such righteous poetry
Soon bestraddled every wind which filled my canvas sails
Strangers meeting pon the faceless sea
Soon befell the doldrums of this fate of fates aflaunt
That it be known upon the faceless sea
Strangers shalt be strange no more once drunken and in gaze
Centered by the flows of poetry