He is the tumultuous ocean,
The twisting, rolling sea
That feigns a certain gentleness
Until its rage breaks free
So vast and so unending
And limitless in worth
I took him once for granted
As I wandered through the surf.
Without the tumulus ocean
Without its rolling seas
Without the tide that tosses me
And never sets me free
The arid, fallow earth would crack
Beneath my burning feet
Reminding me of which I lost
And dried up with the heat
But salt leaves me to languish
No sweetness he can quench
Time will only tell from here
If love can fill this trench.