Let me see the coastline
a hazy blue infinite.
I want to stare into nothing, believing
I see the end of the sea.
salty air on the tip
Of my tongue
gulls sing and swoop along
I want to fly too.
Let me sit on the cliff, dangling
my legs off the edge
and hear nothing
but my thoughts.
O, how badly I want to find the way
to your coastline.
Will I see the end?
Does it even exist?