Nov 2, 2018
The Same Sea
The moon is ever watchful, but never judges
Above the clouds, below the docks
You cast your gaze across the open water
For it is the same sea.
Logs rush the sea-wall in a clamor under half light, but there are no shadows on the waves at night.
My feet are hidden from sight from where I sit
But I know you are here, too, on the other side of the mirror
For it is the same sea.
Wings disturb the clouds above
Their tips cut through the night-fog and grant the moonlight safe passage
And feathers flap in time with the tide
For it is the same sea.
It is the end of tomorrow where you are, and between you and I is all of my today
But where you sit
It is the same sea.
