I don't mind
loosing to the sea
her beauty unparralled
her strength majestic
as her waves
crash in: go out
on the east coast
where men are
packed in boxes
she is the closest thing to freedom
and on the west
where trees have
known her thousands of years
she knows their stories
as her own - a man
who has known the sea
can barely love
a human woman - we pale
in comparison
to the moon seen at night
we may hold their hearts
but the sea owns their souls
