The Sea
Sea To live by the sea To die by the sea What are dreams? If they are not coated in salt, brine Waves crashing against the deep edges Time and day disappears This clear grey sky My call is that of the lone gull My eyes are sea foam The weeds wash before the shore Gentle sleep against the stormy repose Sea, sea, take me down Sky is blue, mirror in the wide ocean Deep water of my heart Ocean of my life
