Misty Poems

The Ocean and Me

The waves lap through me, as if to tell their sorrow. 

The thing is, I have no idea what it'll be tomorrow. 

A violent, raging storm?

Or will it be something that can conform?

Will it shake the shoreline to its roots?

Or be the calm background to the lutes?

You cannot trust this graceful water,

 For the next time it may be a slaughter

 Of everything you know and love, 

Then as peaceful as a dove. 

You see this water at my knee?

This water perfectly defines me.