The sea and the tide

I don't need to know the depth of the sea, in order to love it.

I don't need to speak to the sea, in order to make it come to the shore.

Nevertheless, I choose to dive into its depth,

 and listen to its voice.

I once heard you saying that 

contemplation is good for the soul.

Instead, I'd be as brutal as a tide,

 revealing you to yourself,

and me to you.

Then, I trust, your soul will find a sense

 in the written stories of our own sand.

 Say it, aloud: you, the sea

 - Where are you now? 

Not too far.

A tide, within her silence,

carries an echo of your voice.

We will meet at the shore,

once again,

one 

again.

Chalkwell (Leigh on sea) - Low tide