I could not wait to see the Sea. To be broken by her swell. As she does this easily. With her salty rhythmic spell. In my mind I reminisce of playing on her shore. Sunny days of childhood bliss, and tide-pools to explore. But now I do not recognize. These waters I am in Nor the priest sent to baptize beneath his dark-white fin. "The sun bled well today" was all the Sea would say. I was led astray, now beneath her waves I stay.