It’s a personal relationship.
I stare at it and admire its beauty. Then I ask it all my desires.
Why can’t you take me with you? Allow me to see another world.
Wash away all my sorrows, guilts and sins.
I stare at it for hours and allow it to wash my feet. But, still I ask why won’t you take me with you?
The ocean, where it knows more of me than I do myself.
The ocean when once I’m inside all guilt and sorrow has disappeared. I never want to get out. I never want to leave.