Marrying the Sea

People tell me I love the oceans too much.
They tell me to marry the sea.
I say I would if I could.
Because it takes more than a love song at the end of the day to be in love.
It takes the breezy shore to blow you away and the cold waves to make your body ache.
and for the blue to take you away and love you for a while,
then set you on the dock
so you can turn your face to the day.
So you can take on the years with the salt water running through your veins.
Your feet touch what you thought was too sharp to run on.
You came with all that you are.
you came with cuts on your feet getting deeper in the sand.
You left with your scars clean and those lovely calluses that you collected from the walks you took with your sorrows.
The sea always turns you inside out
crashing into your blood and laying you down.
The oceans tell me I'm okay here.
The waves remember my soul and the blues wash me away.
Weighing my hands down to lay my sorrows at the shore,
left to congeal with the foam and broken shells.
This is what I dream.
This is me marrying the sea.