She is an Ocean

She is an ocean Wider than you can see Deeper than you can imagine. You think her a drop of water But that drop contains infinities Life and nourishment and multitudes She is the warmth of a salty Florida breeze And the biting chill of a winter storm But the heat grows heavy and oppressive While the cold wakes you up. She is the gentle lap of wavelets, rocking you to sleep And she is towering mountains of angry water Crushing everything in her path. You say you want to drown in her But you do not believe she will actually drown you. She is ethereal, intangible, Insubstantial, uncontainable, Slipping through your fingers Sand and saltwater Something that could never belong to anyone But herself. She is pure and new Unsullied by mortal fingers But she is made of starlight and sundust Older than the heavens themselves. She has seen more than you can imagine. She has been more than you can dream. She hides within herself Turns away You think it is for her sake, for her safety, and it is But she is as dangerous as she is vulnerable And though her song seems sweet It bodes no good to anyone who hears it. She is the softness of seafoam Mixed with the sharpness of glass Not the smooth edges of seaglass Worn down by time and tides But freshly shattered. She is a double-edged sword Slicing both ways. You think her soft and gentle Fragile, even But she will leave you bleeding – If you could catch her.

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