I want to listen.
Oh, big blue how I want to listen.
I see the two opposites kiss ever so gently,
both providing life and opportunity.
But I want to hear. I would rather hear.
Speak, whisper cool tones of delight
while I sit in fragile concrete and see nothing.
Speak in clashing tones
while I revel in the past
or in what could have been.
I will sit here, waiting.
I will wait until I find my answers.