behold the secrets-
listen to them-
the waves rush , at
the sight of you.
what tongue
they speak i do
not know,still
avid they pour
their tale at my
feet.beautiful
it was, but
beyond perception,
i meditated upon
yet nothing sank.
as they saluted
and retreated
i was left with
a feeling that
all that known
was not known
to me and in
search,inspired,
me the seeker
left them to
their peace.
i will return,
one day-
and speak to them
and learn the secrets
that all i always
wanted to know.
sea you still inspire me.
