The Sea Ever Flowing

At the end of the sea and start of the sand there lies a place; a place where we stand and watch the sea go from shore to shore in an endless tide; that for so long before the grass was tall and the wind was blowing, has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing. And the stories of time, though it has no effect; on this endless sea, it will always reflect, on its blue surface and from deep below; those stories of time is what it will show to those who look - who look and stay long enough to see Forever beneath that white spray. Have you seen the blue shores? Have you seen the endless sea flowing like out of a dream? I can't say I have; or that I understood what it was trying to tell me best that it could while I was standing out there; but still I did try, as dark clouds came over and covered the sky. When it rains on the sea, this you should know: The sea becomes black and the harsh winds blow, while the waves get larger and much taller too; it is a frightening sight, frightening for you; as for me, I was terrified beyond all my words, as I looked up I saw a flock of birds flying away, to where - I can't say, wherever they go when it rains on the sea like today. And then, seeking cover, I was soon again dry; and sooner than that out from the dark sky there came light from the sun, which I greeted with shouts of joy as the rain retreated. Back beyond the horizon while the winds dropped to a breeze, and the great waves stopped their barrage on the newly-flooded sand, leaving only a small place for me to stand. And there I stood until Forever had passed and I had seen it; then turning at last back up to the road where civilization lay, and that's where I walked, and walked away, from that great sea, that sea ever going from shore to shore - that sea ever flowing.