how can we ask so much of the sea
who paints the sky her brilliant hue?
there is a reason that sadness feels like drowning.
are we all not silently pining for the spray of salt water
on our burning cheeks?
there is a reason our tears taste of the ocean.
& when the golden sun departs from the sky
does she not leave us with that frigid midnight?
saying, “wish upon the star that streaks wildly in the darkness.”
how can we ask so much of the sun
who illuminates our fragile world in brilliant color?
there is a reason the sea bows her head in the moonlight.
