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