The cycles have come round once again.
Allow yourself to be swept away by my currents.
To drift over endless swells and waves into my existence.
Let yourself float amongst the ebb and flow,

the warmth on the breeze.
I'll ecompass you with my presence, for I am all you see.
I reflect the sky or does the sky reflect me?
I'll take you to where I have no end or beginning
Beyond the faint call of the wind in the trees,
the voice of a seagull, or the waves upon the sandy shore.
To where clouds are sculpted as if by a master's hand.
Pure billowy white, contrasting an azure sky.
To stay with me forever in my embrace.
I am eternal, I am the Ocean.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Severin, in the year 128 MA.