Sea by Phedre

Ever the vigilant one, you sweep through my nights, trailing gouts of glory in your effervescent expanse. There is no new place in me that you have not seen. For in your grasp I am created, and remade. You swell and break around me thrashing doubt from worry. Drawing my eye out to the furthest reaches of sky and night. I am nothing in your embrace, but you rock me swiftly to violent rest. Shushing me with your mighty whisper. Tracing my flesh with your fingers. I am swept to your breast and carried through storm to survive free and clean for knowing your embrace. But forever locked in torments with your lack. I will never look at the simple warbling’s of man in the same light.... They pale in comparison for I have heard the voice of god thrashing the very foundations of my being through the voice of the sea...