Does the ocean dream of the blue sky?
As its constant companion, and other half
Does it wonder, where did my depth come from?
Where did my first drop arise?
Do its blue eyes find rest in broad horizons,
As they open a door for darkness to host the stars?
Does the sun grow jealous at the love affair between them?
Or does it simply revel in its own intristic part of the dance
And what of the snow covered peaks in the West?
Do they too meditate of when they were at one with the sea?
Sometimes I myself dream, and I am led to believe
This "I" is but an emptied cocoon, broken loose by endless sagas of sun, moon, sky, and rain
Like a shut book with endless secrets,
A well worn path with copious scars
Although answers are plenty,
Some questions still remain...
In oceans among oceans,
Who am I?
In seas within seas,
Where did I come from?
In a sky full of stars
To which do I belong?
And...
How long will it be before my return?
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