Ocean- Aoife Connolly

The reflection of the rising crimson sun upon you

Would make anybody feel at ease

As your wind blows sweet kisses across my face

And your waves gently touch my tired feet

But as I stand here alone beside you
And night comes creeping in
I fear you,

The wind and

 your waves

That had gently touched my tired feet

Because you are not the same

And the darker sides appear

Poem written in 2000