Today I walked up to the sea,
And in the shimmering lights of the sun,
Three-quarters hidden amidst the clouds,
Saw the waves making small white foams.
The waves today, they were all mild,
Calm as the white clouds, no storm to bring.
The rage and fury that I expected,
The roar and the rumble,
And the high and wild tides,
None of them were there.
Perhaps the sea was getting old.
Perhaps it realized it was all for nothing,
The pompousness, the deceit, all for none.
I couldn’t turn my back against it,
Not while you were still a part of it,
And so I looked straight into it,
And in the distance,
Saw a head bobble up, and go down again.
I waited for it to come up,
Waited for a long, long while,
But just like the waves, and just like you,
And just like the time that goes by,
It never came back.
I shouted loud, and heard my echo,
The echo faded away into the ocean,
Much like the brightness of the sun,
Which was now fully hidden behind the clouds.
The evening gave way to a silent night,
No stars celebrated the welcoming of the moon,
No bright black skies to ponder at,
No stars to count, no smiles to see.
And I counted the grains of sand,
Removed whilst writing your name,
Which was soon washed away,
Just as it were to be.
The burden of wishes is too heavy sometimes,
And so sometimes we must let some loose,
A part of our lives, never to come back,
Like I’ve let loose the perennial wish,
Of your return.