love flows like water
over stones
smoothing them
with gentle hands
slowly softening
the jagged parts of us

Endlessly the Lady stares
Blinded by facts
Ever looking, never seeing
Always gazing, never understanding
Emotions can be proof
The truth is not always shown by evidence
Witness can be lost or made
Harsh neglect of cold "justice"
Is never really just at all

Dear Mr. Ocean -
I believe you waved at me?
        I know this is my second letter
Please find within some thoughts
              from me to you
        from white to blue
then return in kind, won't you kindly:

... We may wish for you to always be
       a soft sea
                because soft, see
        means gently, quietly, carefully
remember -
                gentlemen wave politely
    so just lull this cradled ark
           gently
                      please,
    Sir, if you wish to take this further
or invite me to horizons
                  to dance
          in the near future
                              perhaps
            (one sunset sky?)
 from crests to deep
               from sand to breeze
  
        my soft Sea - be gentlemanly...

Good tidings,
and all blessings,
current and all that come to be
return to me kindly, won't you please,
        Dearest Mr. Ocean -
You may
        Write to me.