The sea is a thing of majesty; the origin of life, mother of all.
She is a thing of beauty, power and awe.
A surface of glass, clear and sharp.
A continual dance of calm and chaos, motion and still.
Cool to the touch, warm to the embrace.
That beauty is what first drew me, but what held me is more.
The surface is just a piece.
Hidden beneath lie wondrous depths, mysteries beyond compare.
She does not share them lightly.
Few will ever truly know the sea, her beauty, her depth, her power.
Fewer still will love the sea.
She is a fickle mistress, selective of who she allows.
The sea has chosen to share her wonder with me, and I am forever blessed.
My sea in the desert.