I am a wave that sprang from the ocean.

With a resemblance to the blue,

I worry about my adoration for the shore.

Every day and night, I go to him,

until I dive back to the ocean floor.

My meeting seems incomplete, a momentary play.

There are stones, pearls, and gifts that I sent his way.

I worry he has them,

What if plebeians took them as trinkets?

Perhaps I am no longer of the ocean,

Nature itself has partaken in what I longeth.

I am no more of the ocean now.

I have become a resident of the shore.