I Live On The Shore.
My home is a castle that rests near the tide line.
I hoped to make it sturdy so it could survive the waves;
But it's made of sand to remind me of the land on which I once lived.
I'd like to consider residence in the sea,
Where my house could be made of lime minerals,
And I'd forever be secure.
However your currents are unknown to me.
And I'm not ever sure of where you're headed in life.
So I'll remain here on the shore and maybe every once-in-awhile;
Get a glance of the ocean from a sand-made window pane.
Maybe one day I'll conquer my aquaphobia,
And I'll run through the coral reef to you;
Crushing my castle in the process.
To assure myself I wont turn back.
If I could only see through your opaque waters;
And into your heart.
Would I forever be content.
-poet
