H₂O: A LETTER TO THE OCEAN
Cascade does look beautiful,
But where does it go?
Does it vanish in the fold of foam,
Or drown in the dark it knows?
What hides in that translucent realm —
Transparent, but do you ever truly show?
Ripples, tides, and currents form,
As the moonlight pours.
How are you so vital,
A necessity of life?
What lies in the mist?
Who knows what you hide?
The way you soothe — ache fades away,
Only to burn as ice, then slip away.
Shifting forms from one to two,
But you stay the same, lurking through.
Your depths are haunting,
Shallowness a thrive.
Consider you a cradle,
Or void undefined.
With each wave that hugs the shore,
You give something… or take some more.
Is that the shore where silence began,
Or was it you who drowned the land?
From where do you arise —
Harbinger to Obscurity, like a hymn long gone?
Whenever I talk to you,
I ask you:
What are you — W.A.T.E.R.?
And you just stay stagnant,
As if saying:
Watch As Tears Expand Rear.
So maybe you’re not meant to answer,
But still I return —
Yearning for the answers
That you hold
In the unknown.
