Could it really be

the great vast sea

was once my home?

Her calming blues,

the way she moves,

caressing the sand.

And yet her wrath

crashes against rock

While despite myself

I can never know her,

not fully, not ever.

And maybe that’s why

she will always beguile

familiar faces like me,

like she does passersby.

But still I stay anyway;

We’re all the sea

wouldn’t you agree?

Capable of calm

And unforgivable harm

Yet we choose to stay,

to trust and to love

And isn’t that simply

the most beautiful thing?