She comes from the ocean. Where the water laps in lonesome rolls. Where beasts may sing you a lullaby. The air is rich and clean and silent. The ocean erodes the stone you wear. The earth drowns beneath your feet. You bob and lie with the heavens. Your bedding splits the waking world asunder. It leaves you content beyond the chasm. Where it’s cold and dark and there’s no one to hear. All that is good is nothing but yours.
She comes from the ocean.