The Ocean

I am walking, rather floating, as the cool, silky surface below nibbles at my feet.

I feel fearless, like I can fly, without rules, without barriers; I can do anything here.

I gaze out into the black, yet magnificent sky. Its menial lights shine down upon the mass beneath; a monster, a roaring monster, yet kind and gentle. Her eyes glow with a dark, brilliant blue. She graciously reaches out to me, touching my feet, giving me strength beyond my own.

We are alone in this place, she and I. We possess a love that will never die.

For hours, I look upon and admire her. I see eternity in her eyes.

Though when the night gets old, and we must part, she can be assured I shall always return.

Thomas Stanley, Jr.