Thoughts by the sea

By Angel Ye

The sea, a living being 
With every thrum of a wave pulsing another heaving breath
Gleaming sunbeams dancing off edges of ripples 
As clear as the sky above me today, blue.

I can feel the thrum of bones, stirring.
Every breath, as if it’s simply sleeping 
And so I ask the wandering sea beyond me:
Kind sir, are you sleeping? What are you?

But the only reply was the gentle hum of the oceans breaths rippling 
beyond the soles of my worn down shoes.

Echo of ecliptic waves: hush of a warm summer sky.

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