My ocean, how I long for you.
I am locked away from you
imprisoned by the lands.
How I long to be within your grasp
to feel your sand between my toes
your salty scent in my nose
and your waters chasing my feet as I walk.
I can only so much as dream
and remember you.
I can visit your freshwater relatives
but it's not nearly the same.
I hope I can come back to you
maybe in months, maybe in years.
I will come back.
You may not even notice
with as many things as there are
living among your currents, in you depths.
But I will come
and a part of you will wait for me.
I will walk with you
and when it gets dark I will watch
as the moon glistens over you.
I will melt into you
and try to join you
even if my body won't allow you.
The sun will not want me with you.
It'll burn my skin
and blind my eyes.
But I'll always stay
because my dear ocean
I love you.