The Ocean

I.

The breeze blows the grass-
in different directions.
Before our feet it sways-
as if taking us on its own-
secret path.
Making our way to the water,
the boat lying empty-
on the sea,
moving with the swells,
is waiting for us.

II.

So we lay down,
and let the sea of green-
carry us where it will.
While the hours pass-
the day begins to fade,
purple streaks-
sprint across the sky,
dancing with the lingering daylight,
forcing it down eloquently.
A few clouds remain,
ebbing away slowly.

III.

Gazing up at the sky,
so beautiful and dark.
Diamonds floating in nothing,
eyes wandering.
So easy to get lost.
It's so beautiful here.
I watched nothing else-
but the sky,
and nothing was more beautiful.

IV.

Lying in this boat,
alone on the water,
adrift in the current,
we are warm.