Short Metaphorme Poems

Skim Only the Surface

They gave me an ocean.
Miles long and centuries wide, 
Cerulean, cyan, sapphire and sky,
With a coldness so bitter, 
And a sound so sweet 

They gave me an ocean.
With fresh tears in the salt,
And a dance on the waves,
Glass messages adrift,

They gave me an ocean, 
But I wrote the vessel,
To the edge of a void, 
Seeking new beginnings,

They gave me an ocean,
I sail a rowing boat.