The Girl by the Sea
The sea always looks blue in my dreams.
It always roars, it always foams, it always crashes into me.
The sea never slithers away, brown and grey.
It never mirrors the sky just below me, sweeping out my shadow
as it smoothens the ground.
It never sighs softly into my ears
as I pick up the clams.
It never stops just before it will crash into my lithe self (not that I have a lithe self).
It does so for her.