Pacific ocean, calmer of my heart
stretching your endless blue across the miles,
how confidently you ease me with your art
when in your breadth I see my lover’s smiles.
And how your breakers clatter on the shore
and seem to slice the tropic night in half
as waves in their self-echoing delight
match the music in my lover’s laugh.
Sea of Quiet, how your boundless deeps
give me but a hinting of the whole,
as – half impassioned, more than half asleep –
her sea-deep eyes reveal my lover’s soul.
I love you most, serene, pacific water
because you are her mother … or her daughter.