Blue-grey expanse tipped with white
Risings and fallings
Patterned in unpatterned array
Is that not the wave before me
That I set my gaze upon yesterday?
Not so unique as one might suppose
A companion lingering –
Unwilling to allow me to move too far away?
To think so of a wave
Is that a sign of madness coming on?
Or is it just that I’ve been too long at sea
As the voyage drags on and on?