The Water in Us

We are but water in a bag of leather,
there is a sea inside like the sea you see,
drops of water in this vast canvas,
gel of water dancing as waves,
together but seperate,
a drop inseperable from the rest.

The blue sea flirts with the shiny shores,
frothy beer and bubbles so alive,
errupt and erase,
exist and cease,
the creases of the sea,
lines of beauty wrapped by the sky.

The ball in space
still says
I am turning.
There is light there,
it is night here,
but I can still sight the sun.

Now run and walk the sand on your feet,
feel the ground beneath the sheath,
dip your feet,
and let the water meet the water in you!

Mysteries.

Enjoy the beach for it is so out of my reach.