The sea does not love me
nor does it love me not
it just pays no mind
as it swells and moans
pregnant with stories
it cannot, dares not,
wills not to speak

The sea does not note
that I am here
nor does it note me not,
its massive expanse
absorbed in thoughts
it cannot, dares not,
wills not to speak

The sea, my sea —
I have so much to tell you
so much to yield
yet you roll and roll
waves following
patterns and patterns
big, burly,
mute, contented

You do not know me
nor do you know me not
you will not to listen
nor will to listen not
yet you steal away the underside
that I cannot, dare not,
will not to speak