The wind outside was a constant howl, but the sun would be up in a few hours. Days were calmer, typically. He'd have to climb out of the train tunnel and replace the antenna again if the weather got ... [+]
Swelling, falling, rising, crashing
So are the waves of the sea
Meekness and respect at low tide
Passion and strength at high
Should, I wonder, the sea long for that feeling?
The intimacy of connecting to the sands
Alas, it cannot be high tide always
As the sands need their separation
Devotedly the sea respects its wishes
regressing away into low tide
How, I ask, can the sea contain itself
Longing, wanting, desiring, needing
The feeling of high tide once again?
So are the waves of the sea
Meekness and respect at low tide
Passion and strength at high
Should, I wonder, the sea long for that feeling?
The intimacy of connecting to the sands
Alas, it cannot be high tide always
As the sands need their separation
Devotedly the sea respects its wishes
regressing away into low tide
How, I ask, can the sea contain itself
Longing, wanting, desiring, needing
The feeling of high tide once again?