The Sea

The sea,
rolling by,
waves collapsing,
crashing again and again,
like eternal lovers,
falling into each other,
time and again,
each day and every night.
I lay on the shore,
reclining on a dune.
A distant ship
is lit up far far away
from me,
onto the
sprawling ocean,
unrolled in the silvery
full moon.
Whispers of the waves,
as they rush on,
touch my toes
and then again
pulled back
to the sea
as if,
something deep within
keeps it holding-
each and every
current
is like a breath
of the creature inside.
Sometimes, a sweet sullenness
comes over the sea,
its upset with the shore,
stops talking to it,
becomes still,
a silver metal all over.
And I keep on gazing,
wait for another night
for the sea always comes
back to it shore.