It seems no matter what happens to me
I find a kind of tranquility in the sea.
She knows all emotions her waves emphasize by motion.
Soft and gentle for romance.
Makes you take a second glance.
Anger shown with slamming waves.
Also shown in times of rage.
When I'm blue she curls around.
Gently making soothing sounds.
As if she knew I wanted no one to hear ...
she blocks the sounds of heartfelt tears.
I gaze upon her vast waters,and I'm torn.
Wonder what it would be like if I had not been born.
We make our own happiness.
We make our own sorrow.
In our minds we think some power
will make a brighter tomorrow.
I look out to sea and see a reflection of me.
I think about swimming as far out as can be.
There would be darkness and an end.
Perhaps after that ... a new begin.
Waves pounding I want so much more.
Let me hear your thunderous roar.
Salt cures ... so cover me.
I want to live ... not merely to be.
Again she provides that tranquility.
I gather thoughts and I once again see.
My happiness is up to me.
I must decide what it's to be.
When my time on earth is done.
With her I finally shall be one.