Ocean
The sound fills my ears, at once loud and gentle. The sound of your waves inching toward the sand. It drowns out everything else but not in a way that numbs the senses or pierces through peace. No, not at all. Your sound moves too slowly, And too melodically, to disturb me at all. You are a musician without even trying. With every wave and hint of seafoam, with every glimpse at your unflinching endlessness you remind me that you care for me, and for my sadness, but that there