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h y m n   t o   t h e   o c e a n
 

your presence makes me forget
the harshness of life, the cruelty of men
your silent yet rhythmic patter
of waves, of cycle, of dreams
teaches me to swim
you are deep and blue and vast
and you were a real good friend
how could i predict that it will end?

the mighty ocean of different hues
that serenade yuor ears
when it washes the shore
the shallow depths are there when it is needed
but all in all you're a silent deep.
a silent deep
that made me see,
made me keep...
made me weep.

pushed out these thoughts away
for it will make me cry
knowing you are angry
so there are no reasons why...
tell me something,
within your storm
why not let it subside?
your anger is fierce,
i could feel,
but on my part,
there are reasons why.

before you shatter the rocks
and little islands on your way,
they did have a point...
they were friends and so with you,
they did not pretend...

why let a mere current of geothermic heat
ruin the waves of surf?
why anger with a little question
where you and I both hurt?

mighty ocean,
powerful and true
strong and deep
yet shallow and blue
it's been a while,
and if we truly are one,
then we should surface up
and realize that
this was for the best.
the sun shines all day,
and the moon is
always above our heads.
tides would rise and fall
currents may change
but this is my hymn...
listen to me
for you are still the ocean - far, deep, blue
and a frontier to be discovered
and i am still on the other side of it...
in the mountains,
learning about your calls.
 

Mitzi: January 26, 2000
 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
this was for the incident
that changed the monotony of
the lives of people involved in it, forever.

then it was dedicated to my best friend Brad,
and until now, it still is.

as of the present, everything has settled.
a higher state of learning has enlightened
most of us.

found the real friends in people
whom we just discovered,
sometimes tragedies aren't just accidents
everything happens for a reason.

i speak from and of experience.
things aren't always as they seem.
but it happens for a better purpose.

i'm glad it did.