She wanted to be in the sea, <br />and spread throughout each molecule and expand to each ocean. <br />She wanted to be the beauty of the sun's reflection <br />as it rises over the Atlantic Ocean in glorious gleaming ripples <br />and plants itself in the periwinkle sky. <br />She always said she'd be happy in the ocean. <br /> <br />'Sprinkle me over the San Fransisco Bay! ', she would say. <br />And I hear she hated the cold. <br />But, to this day, in the ground she does lay. <br /> <br />She wanted to be in the ocean, <br />where she'd be translated to the evaporating rain. <br />She could fall over her beloved garden <br />and kiss it with each droplet of an afternoon storm. <br /> <br />She would translate her love through the waves' lullabies <br />and gently rock sailors to sleep <br />and wander freely throughout the world, <br />a traveler, <br />as, at heart, she's always been. <br />I sometimes wish my tears could make an ocean.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-not-a-drop-to-drink/
