As far as I can see, the surface of the sea <br />Is all a-glitter where <br />Bright sunlight sparkles on each ripple <br />Making stars enough to fill <br />A universe at least. Today <br />She is as calm and gentle <br />As a pussycat asleep, and I <br />Can scarcely hear her sighs that <br />Softly rise and break <br />Upon the beach. On other days <br />I’ve known her be a raging tiger, <br />Or a wolf whose gleaming teeth <br />Rip, slash and tear <br />Like a Viking gone beserk. <br />One thing I like about her is <br />Her honesty, she’ll always say <br />Just what she thinks and what <br />You see is what you get. I’ve made a date <br />To join her when I’m dead. My ashes <br />First will float then sink into her waters <br />Sweetly so that we become as one. <br />We’ll have our gentle moods, <br />Just like today <br />But I am looking forward to the time <br />When we go wild and run amok, <br />Make those ashore hoist warning cones <br />Along the coast. The sea and I <br />Will call up gales and thunderstorms <br />To join the fun. We’ll have a ball, <br />We’ll rage and roar, and laugh out loud to feel <br />The salty sting of driven spray <br />Upon our lips, upon our skin.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-and-i/
