When I think of the sea, I think of you. The salt in the breeze; the salt in the spray; the salt upon the broken coral-shells; the salt in the foam; the salt in the sand; the salt that's yet to be - they all remind me of you. The golden sun as bright as your soul, and the wispy, dreamy, airy clouds as whimsical and as delightful as your fancies. The seaside symphony's rush as mellifluous as your laughter, the distant thunder as booming as your voice, the gentle wave-hiss and wind-howl as rich as your song.
The white sand-blanket as refined as you are, and as rough, as brusque, as alluring. Let me build my dreams around and with you. Let my fears and insecurities be worn by your ways, as you do, as you are. I float upon the sea and you are the bright moon lording over the dark star-less sky, tinting a beautiful mauve my many flaws. I float upon the sea and you are the starry sky frosted with diamond dust, as fair as you can possibly be.
The sea-folk sing songs of and to you, they love you, as do I. Grey clouds may swirl above and about, while thunder-drums beat and rave as lightning-veins web across the sky, but be still my heart, my beloved, my love. I am the storm-borne prince upon and within the eye. I may rage, as how most see it, save you, but you shall rein me and my winds and my thunder and my lightning in. I abide, because I love you.
You are my peace.
When I think of the sea, I think of you.
The sea-folk sing songs of and to you, they love you, as do I.