Golden weeds move effortlessly in the breeze,

Dancing to the winds endless melody,

While delicate petals fly through the air,

And Waves lap some where near,

seagulls squawk and fly above,

While Windows creak from their opened view,

Someone told me once that the ocean feared being alone,

So she came in and out with the tide searching for the light,

I have always believed it to be true,

Like the ocean I am afraid of something too,

Even while thinking of you.