When the waves crash against the rocks do they feel pain?
As their atoms are abolished and their bonds broken in vain.
Do they feel the drag as they are pulled away once more?
An empty longing to cling at the never moving shore.
As the foam surfaces like tears rising from below,
Does a wave know an emotion and the gravity to which it shows?
The stronger the gale of an aerial beast leads to such veracity,
To the gentle caress of a lapping nod the water acting with calming passivity.
One soon washes the other away from fearful to fearless, such sadness our seas, such anger our ocean,
From a cataclysmic torrent to a serene rocking motion.
Does what is fluid feel the pain?
To hope there is more than meets the gaze, to only be seen with a heart heavy with shame.