I lie in open space,

In swift silence that passes my ears at rapid pace.


I roam in seafoam shores,

Layers of cotton brushing my face.

I wade through light waves,

Undulating in open skies,

Swimming amongst feathered fish,

Though few and far between do they appear.

The azure rolls the foam away,

Drifting endlessly in somber little streaks

And cute cotton swirls

until they pool

and pour down

Upon unsuspecting passersby

Who rush to unfurl their umbrellas.

Perfect little parasols

To deflect

the ocean tears.

Weeping at the loss of her water child

Until heat

Brings about another birth.