Ocean

For years, I have dreamed of this world
The waves crashing upon the shore
Creating the surf I've wanted since Tuesday
From the way I was complaining
You'd think I actually surfed
The gentle breeze is blowing mildly
So the warmth isn't blocked
from my yearing skin
Not that I stay out there
Quite that long anyway
I stand on the balcony
Just staring
Staring into the ocean
Which I have grown accoustomed to seeing
First thing in the morning
I watch the figures runnning on the boardwalk
Comtiplating weather they love it as much as I do
Or if, by living here, they have begun to take it for granted
I don't see how they could
For it's natrual beauty
seems so much more real
Then that of thier houses, thier pools, thier malls
Not that I blame them
Normally I'd rather be shopping on the boardwalk then sitting on the sand
But here
Here is different
For the only thing in my vision is water
And it's perfect.