ocean boy

He smelt like summer

And tasted like honey

His eyes the blue of the waves back home

And his the smile the white of the moon

He was loud and bold

But quiet and calm

Like the ocean he had his tides

His moments of all encompassing

But his days of distance

Just long enough to miss the sound

The roaring of his laugh or the rustle of his voice

He was the color of damp sand

And had the mind of a wise seamen

He was a lighthouse

Beautiful and inspiring to all

But a true light to those who were patient enough to wait for night

He was home but somewhere new

All at once

He was everything and nothing at all

He simply was

My ocean boy

Simply existing for the world to see

My ocean boy waiting for me every night 

As I came home and ran straight into his cool arms

Full of life and love and joy

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author's note:

I grew up next to the ocean, and now have my own personal ocean with me, every where I go. Funny how things have a way of coming back to you.