Thirst of The Oceans

She longs and she waits, chin in hand and sitting pretty,
Innocent as a quiet sunset,
Quiet as the foam at shore.  

Many a night have I spent with her.
When I am with her it is cool and good.
I am tempted to stay with her forever.
Were she to have her way it would be so.

She loves me,
Wants to sweep me far away where I can be with her forever,
Take me to a secret place only she knows where we both can live,
Though the world rots,
Where she can hold me and envelop me and smother me and never let me go.
She loves me so that she is blind to what she does to me.

Right from the start it could never work out.
Though she would give me the sky and the sea,
Her love is the sky to a fish and the sea to a bird.

I never can stay long,
But she holds me just to keep me a little longer,
A tiny bit longer,
And a little longer after that.
She never knows what she’s doing until it’s too late.

As the women of old would dress in white
And wait by the shore for their loves to return,
So too does the ocean.
The ocean reflects their visages.
Foam topped waves are the lace of her veil
And her face the moon in the sea at night.

She wants and she watches and she waits and she searches
And she hungers and she preys and she takes and she mourns.

No one consoles the ocean. She drinks the salt of her tears forever.
And of all her fish and of all her whales she is intimately aware,
Though they never give her a passing thought.

The ocean truly is alone.
The seagulls on high sing her sorrows,
Echo her calls from places unseen.

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