Dec. 8

today I think of the sea

her depth and her colour

her gently falling waves

her tears

her rage

and the clouds that cloud above

and the wind that carries her scent

and I catch it for a moment

maybe

and the sparkling holes that spill the divine

shine upon her

in the black black night

and the same moon pulls us both

with an ancient song

as same sun rises each morning

a love for the sea

is never truly gone