The ocean.

The ocean.

Oh, that for once

you would tell me of your secrets.

That the misted whispers, which brush across

my face would say more than just shatter pieces of secrets.

The Ocean. The deep constant, consistent ebb and flow of the waves,

moving back and forth, in and out. That constant rhythm,

connected by an invisible chord to my heart,

realigns the racing organ.

The ocean.

My breath matches your call

remembering what it is to move freely.

To move life through my veins.

The Ocean.

A beast of unconscionable

depth. Collision of perfect proportions

between darkness and light, enough to spark our

imagination of stunning creatures, and in perfect contrast.

The ocean. You hide the creatures that haunt my dreams in your folds.

Still, I am called to you, to your expanse, to your siren call,

which pulls me to your banks. The place where

I stand, rooted in sand and reminded

of how small I

am.