The Sea I Hold

The sea I hold.
The sea is me.
I walk upon it calm and free.
The perfect sky can sing and breathe
gentle hymns of clarity.
Clouds run to me, and by.
Birds cry,
and stars rotate around my eye's domain.
The flat horizon held at bay,
blue grey,
infinite in possibility,
is all around me,
vast and flat and cold.
I am the sea.
The sea I hold.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.