Blue, so blue, the way peaceful is defined
Foamy, so foamy, the way soap suds are described
It can go high, it can go low
Fast and stormy, peaceful and slow
Following the turn on the months, the faces of the moon
People stare out, hoping their wishes will come true soon
Filled with animals, filled with life
Where life began, possibilities are rife
It can take away lives and yet can also create
A sacrifice, an offering; one does not differentiate
A lover, a mother, a killer; it's all that and more
A seeming infinite expanse... and yet it soon meet the shore
The experience of drowning is something I can forego
Experienced it before yet presently don't want to know
I stand on safety and look as far as the eyes can see
As I experience once again the warmth of water that surround me
Inhaling and tasting the metallic salty tang of the waters
Bright light, darkness, nothing else matters...