To you I am the sea. Distant, mystic, ceaseless in its ebb and flow

Existing in a memory of that time I made you float.

Like the ocean she is full of creatures, arriving at your shore with hesitation,

a ripple away from the magnificent heights that brought her to you.

Too far and wide her waters reach, too much to hold, too soon

like the way they rest beside her strength, you take comfort in knowing she surrounds.

She locks you in,

You step inside,

salt cleanses and wrinkles your skin,

evidence that you felt it too.