Sea, Forever

The Sea is me, and I am Her.

I am

Blue

Green

Clear

And blurry alike.

I am

White foam on top of almost-waves

Reminiscent of strong currents passed

Now easily floating

Soaking up the generous rays of the Sun.

I am

Waves, miniatured, seemingly coming out of nowhere

Touching the unwavering rocks

Crashing, splashing and breaking,

Gently shaping.

I am

Waves, coming in strong, steady and paced

Unrelentlessly

From afar

Cleansing and hitting everything in their path

Invariably smoothing the edgy rocks.

I am

Waves, stormy and tormented

Disregarding, screaming, yelling, fighting

A fierce force

Desperate to break free.

I am

Salty-sweet waters,

Freezing you or warming you

But always transparent and permeable.

I am

Still waters, hardly moving,

Pensively glistening in the yellow light

In perfect harmony with the world.

I am

The frightening roar of stormy waters

The imperceptible murmur of the delicate waving

Both loud enough to be heard.

I am

The eternal golden sands at the bottom of the Sea

Calmly twirling around

Or turbulently colliding in the currents

But always finding home

To settle after the journey.

I am

The sturdy stones at the bottom of the Sea

Always grounded, already shaped,

All-ready and all-knowing.

I am the Sea

And she is me.