Ocean

How can I weep for the sea? Or how can my tears add to the waves? Shall the infinite harmony pause to comfort me? No... Because somewhere deep the great pillars of wonder continue on. Every steady, ever sure. They know not of the one who loves them, though they have never met in this world. They don’t know of the love. Or of the longing. Yet within themselves they continue to inspire. How can they know? How can I forget? Forget the one single moment we were in this unity. If my heart were free to play in your wonder, than I’m sure I could release this raging pain. Oh but until then my love, let me sit with you for a while. As I can but contemplate your grand beauty. Only my beloved, one day we shall again be held as a gentle piece of harmony. In that day I shall descend down your great pillars, and embrace the fullness of your wonder. But my dear I know with this beauty you did not adorn yourself. Rather it was a gift to me... So let me alone that I may cry of your spender. And ever more praise your grand artist, for the wonder of His hands. Another sun shall raise, I know, until however, let me cry of you my dear ocean. As I wait for the moment my tears are forever washed away into you... My love, oh even now I hear your call... You call as the majestic play about deep in your soul. Oh I shall wait. I shall wait as the song continues on, even as the waves...