Ode to the Sea

A rosy view
Of all I knew
A golden space
(For once erased)
The moving hills
The thick whipped cream
That foam from you
You’re sweet and green
Gold sinks down
You sparkle fresh
The gleam’s now gone
But there’s no stress
You’re filled with ease
A strange serene
Enigmatic word
Still comforting
Cool salt smell
Familiar too
I am full
When I’m by you.
By Zoola