The Sea

To wander and wallow 

Through what is called the sea

Rather I would wish for you 

To carry me upon the brushing waves

My knees grazed with salt and fingers

Cold

Let me wade into the quiet of the stream

The pulsating push and pull of water, 

Growing alike to reality of life itself. 

But carry me still, still and feel no sadness

Only that heavy heart within, heavier now with death

Let me one final chance to feel affection again, 

And let me kiss not your raw sadness, lonely forever

But the sweet song of the sea beyond