The sea longs for a lost lover,
every beautiful night,
who was taken away from her,
very far out of sight,
Every clear night,
she sees him above,
among the stars bright
lies her lost love,
who conjures waves in her,
with his dim light,
she breaks down in unrest,
even with all her might,
the stars look at everything,
and quietly wonder why,
their love increases with distance,
every single night.
The sea is mighty and full of life,
it holds water and beauty without divide,
think what if the water were tears?,
which sky has shed throughout the years?
The sea has storms that create a rage,
it destroys whatever it finds without leaving a trace,
what if the storm is sky looking back in the past?
and unable to control the tears it should never had?
The sea is calm and cool at times,
like a drink of vodka mixed with lime,
what if the sea and sky meet like this somewhere?
holding each other and stopping the tears?
Writings to Heaven 