Memorabilia
I walked for miles right beside
the vast and blue sea, one fine day.
With specks of foam that hissed,
it scathingly called me countlessly.
With every wave that crashed and
every sparkle of water in the sunlight
the rushing wind whispered my name
playing messenger to the rough sea.
Yet, all I did was walk; never did I
even once turn my face towards it.
Howling and spitting contemptuously
it sprang at me once or twice.
But never did I turn my gaze upon it
nor did I let its claws graze against me.
A sad milky blue is reflected in the heavens.
A/N: Something along the theme of 'memories'. I don't know what to think of it, but I had to get this out.