Nostalgic Sea

The sea takes away her baggage
Water-logged and unnecessary
Carrying it out to the ocean
Where it disappears from view
Replaced by so much foam
And a proclivity for sin
That red suited devil
Standing under the waterfall
Waiting for the rain
To drown out all her voices
Debilitating in intensity
Fragmented and impossible
This neverending conscience
Placed in a leaking boat
Until we can see it no more
Lost in the blues and greens
Of the nostalgic sea.

Sam