July 19, 2010
The ocean never pleads forgiveness
or looks before crossing
or regrets her crazy recklessness.
Instead she flies her precious silver waves like kites
and lays her smiling silken blanket on the rough edges of the world
and our minds.
Laying designs upon the sand, the tips of her thousands of fingers tremble
with the force of all that energy concentrated into one little planet.
Her heart, which does exist,
is buried deep
within the mystery of her spontaneity.

We all wish
we knew all the answers.
We all wish
we never had to cry.
We are so small.
But Ocean,

she guides us with her salty tears,
showing us over and over again
that it's alright.

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 3:28 pm
I'm delighted to find more of your work again! I simply loved this piece. Through your talent, you achieved the monstrous task of setting a personality to the ocean. I'm always struck wordless by its greatness, so great job!
wind.and.rain.again replied...
Sept. 16, 2010 at 6:07 pm
thanks!! its pretty much impossible to put a personality to the ocean i think but i tried to show at least part of it
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