Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Land and the Ocean

I am a mere summer's ocean to you
A fleeting view
Neither old nor new
Just undulating blue

But for you I would be that entire bay
That if you looked again
Part of me might stay
Within your sight

But what good is the sea to a girl?
What good is the surf to a being so great that she passes o'er it so easily
By boat, by bridge, by plane
That little of my vastness remains

Please... go where you will, as free as you can possibly be
Though I would that you should linger
I will speak in constant waves
A call to some, a cry to others, but to you- only waves.

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