And I used to gaze How - The sun’s faint rays stretch And ricochet off the ebbing waves; How - The blazing, burning ball of fire Kindles sparks of white On the palpitating span of sapphire.
And sometimes, I remain - - patiently, As the first pearls of rain Trickle down my window And into the waves, Lilting, clear, Like the clinking of champagne beers, Creating rings of Endless possibilities.
On hazy days, The sky Is a confusing golden gray. It is a muted sweetness, A muted softness, A muted solace.
Now I sojourn by the window, Silent, still, Just like the sun, the sea.
So together we await, Hopelessly as the concrete creeps Higher And Higher Until we are engulfed forever In silent protest.