she was only trouble
a mixed up sea
churning with
angst and sorrow
"stay far from me"
she would warn everyone
she knew very well of
the deep chasms and abysses
that were scattered across
her ocean; herself; her soul
she knew of the torrential storms that
swept over her surface
ruining the water's purity,
grinding stones together,
the storms that would reach even the
deepest parts of her,
and destroy those further.
those storms swept villages
into the restless sea,
anything it could get it fatal tongue around.
she knew he would fall into the ocean's deadly range.
she saw and knew many things
in and about her trouble,
but she didn't see what he saw.
he was land, and he had mountains and
valleys and plains,
and anything the ocean could ever need.
and in the ocean
he saw iridescent pearls buried in oysters
and glittering, tumbled sea glass,
discarded trash that had been morphed into something
beautiful
by her rough ocean.
he saw smooth stones,
worn soft by time
and wisps of cotton candy memories the ocean
had long forgotten.
he saw bountiful fish and creatures
that gave the ocean
life and diversity when
no one was looking.
he saw the ocean's power,
and he respected it.
he saw the ocean's unexpected and inconspicuous
harmony with the moon and the sun
and the stars.
and he loved the ocean
with all he was
for all she was.
and it was only at the bitter hands of
fate
that the ocean never noticed the land's hopeless pleas,
and kept drowning herself,
until the water was only deep and black.
