Salt Spray

The biting wind flaps the stray strands of hair into my face I close my eyes and remember the day that I met the sea it waved at me Closing my eyes so that I could see the dancing colors on my eyelids Walking a march so slow Watching my footprints go Did one ever know What to show the ocean? It gives back but do we give back? The sea mourns for us all maybe could one learn the truths yet, it seems like a pondering waste The deceit that we give the brutal honesty that the sea shows Take care for what we love, in shame in what we have lost