where basking sharks go in the wintertime,
is where i go
to feed and swim,
jetting through blue and black
endlessly shooting past reefs, mesmerizing seaweed and scaly monsters,
crashing waves collide against my heart
sending ripples through my consciousness,
i scour abyss and shoreline for her,
i had found a strand of silky hair so i knew she was an ocean near,
poking my head out of the water for a moment i saw her,
flying just above me twirling
endlessly shooting past clouds, raindrops, and sunshine,
crashing wind collided against her heart
sending ripples through her consciousness
tears streaming down her face,
i could not distinguish between the saltiness of the sea and those tears of hers,
i floated and dipped under a wave and tucked myself just underneath a giant seashell,
she was sky and i was sea
she was air and i was water
she flew and i swam
i loved her and she did not love me. . .