Ocean Memmories

standing before an ocean gleaming wide and vast if only i could see past it forever it would last if only as each second leavs us it wasnt called the past i remember thinking that very thought as a calm wave fallowed the last a ripple in the calm, blue sea was present in my midst from when i tossed a seashell in but the sea-foam it had missed my head was turned to a far off shore and i felt so still and serene with a gentle wind blowing my damp hair back anything else would seem obscene as gulls flew by, frozen forever in time their squacking i still can hear presenting a sort of rythmic rhyme that whispered in my ear