Poetry...

 

To The Sea

 

To the sea
To the ever inconsistent sea
do I roam.
The attraction is so fascinating it keeps me enthralled.

In the waves
In the bold cascades of waves
do I dream.
The violence they cause one day
bring adventure on another.

To the tides
To the ever changing tides
do I wait.
Late at night for a full moon
late at night for a high tide.

In the sea
the ever inconsistent sea
It's inconsistencies so familiar
It's tides, reefs, shores, so similar,
I long for the stability it brings