Michiru |
| In every swell of the sea, you are there. |
| In every rise, every fall, |
| In every surge of salty water against a ragged shoreline, |
| Your liquid grace and cool disposition are there. |
| Soundless and agile, |
| Undulating, |
| With your warm and cold patches, |
| Your currents flowing so evenly to one destination. |
| And at night, |
| When tart breezes ripple your surface, |
| I can see the moon reflecting off of your glassy being, |
| Like a mirror. |
| And she stays there, in your arms, until the sun washes her away again |
| -Jennifer Kirkland |