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?