The ocean is sad,
her winds are
like a desert's
but about nothing.

At night on the beach,
the waves come
crawling in from
loneliness
as does the wind.

For a mote, I think
of how glad
I am
to greet them
after their journeys.

The ocean is so ugly,
so full of grayness
and despair,
were it not for
the sky that
stretches above,
the ocean would
not be worth seeing.

She fills my heart
with love
because of her space,
but the salty water
stings my eyes.