i have come to realize that perhaps the sea is more captivating than the moon. i have also come to realize that surf is a better personification of me than the night's pale eye. farewell to the night. farewell to my place in the sky.
i am my own silent world.
i rush to your shores and withdraw in white foams of graceful undulation.
always with the promise of return.
you only know me to the deepest that Cousteau went in his lifetime.