What is it about the ocean that draws us near.
What is it that whispers to us..."Come here." "Come here."
Could it be that the ocean is but a solitary tear.
How does the beauty of its splendor suddenly appear.
Do our minds deceive us...apparently austere.
A bountiful loneliness associated to our fears.
Or are our spirits tied to it...as are our tears.
I was once told that every drop of moisture (water) that has ever been on this planet is still here....interesting comment.
Written December 9th, 2004