"The Shore and The Sea"
The sea is only as glorious as its reflection in the eyes of its viewer. Unlike people, words are not a variable in the equation of beauty of the sea, for it is only the physical inspiration that impacts most people. Poor sea, if only they could see your true power, they as in everyone. When you guide yourself using the compass of wrath, lives are taken. That only portrays your negative aspects. For weeks subsequent to such, you possess the attention of your neighbors. Yet, your grip is limited by the attention span of so many. Dear sea, I know that this is not how it should be. However, you must realize that verity is verity, and symbols are faint in the overpowering horizon above which you pump life throughout the beings of your kingdom. When I was young, my name was written by my own innocent hands in the sands of your palace. When you stretched your waves in the morning breeze, you took my name with you, and it remains in you now. My feet are still tickled by the thoughts of your kiss Goodmorning upon that beach. I miss you Sea, but I have one souvenir that no one else may enjoy. Do you remember when I opened my eyes for the first time beneath your waters. It seemed like forever as I twirled in the wake of your divine swells. Thank you for the gift of your conch. You see, I will not forget that it was yours. I hold it dear to me. I can still hear your voice as you whisper me the news of the fish, of the reefs, and of your troubles. Even without that conch can I feel the idyllic tone of your echoes carried throughout my self. I can swim with my arms spread wide in the ripples of your giggles. All day will I swim, despite your chills or the dense population of your seaweed ornaments. Jellyfish I know come to say hello, and I am grateful for that. The horseshoe crabs, the seaglass, and the salt-filled air. Your hospitality of them all is too grand for me to include. You see, Sea, I do not need to include my words in the equation of connection either, so as for me to be impacted, or you impacted, by childhood and genuine unities and friendships. You do know that one's best friend does not necessarily have to be a human being, and if it does, then I am the purest exception. My dearest friend is you. I know you all too well. I will never turn my back upon your horizon. You have taught me before not to do so. To this day I witness others being taught that lesson, yet they fail to learn. Well, that is their own problem. Your are surely not one to test. I have done so too, dear Sea. I have challenged your greatness, and you have prescribed me counters. However, you have protected me. When I tumbled upon your playground, the cushion of your waters has granted me life. You have also provided me experiences of charmed compassion to my desires. The parrot fish was a true joy. Thank you Sea. We are one alike. You are my face and I am yours, yours and the Seashore's.
-FMG
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