Froth mantles the rolling waves
as they form like salty tongues
soon swallowed by the clear, distant ocean.
We always discussed the sea.
How it was our vast mother,
having formed existence in its hostile womb.
Will we ever walk alongside it?
Down brambled paths and plunging inclines
or alongside a promenade, clean and railed?
Even the sky is an ocean.
If we leap high enough
we will break its surface
and plunge into the depths above the earth.
Iestyn Tudor 