Ocean

My words are not as elegant
As the moonlight playing on the waves.

The sound of my beating heart
Is not as regular
As the crashing of the waves
Against our beach.
Again and again.

I've lost myself in this ocean before.
Lost myself trying desperately to find you.

You admired how the stars
Twinkled like little spots of God's soul,
Reflecting off the surface of the water.

Your search led you deeper
And deeper
Below the surface.

Until one day,
It swallowed you whole
Took your breath
And crushed your lungs.

Have you found your God?
Have you found the love?
Or did the miles and miles of water
Only swallow your worries
With senseless sleep?