I sit and I ponder the ocean,
blue, as blue as her eyes.
It crashes in, makes love to the shore,
as her eyes made love to my own.
Nothing could be grasped, not the endless depths
of our souls. No sea can know
the full breadth of the land.
No country can know the full extent
of the sea. But the waves keep
crashing in, and the land slowly gives,
little by little, pieces of itself to the sea.
I swim out past the breakers
to find her, but alas, my strength
fails me, and I am drowning.
In all this blue, there has to be
a pure light to guide me
to the blackness of the ocean depths
or else to a new country
where a love more ancient
can be born.
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