Waves

There was a man,
he was warm and friendly,
bright light filled his eyes.

He sat alone
and laughed at the wind,
great gusts of merriment.

Rolling, viscous sea,
tide of indeterminacy,
waves crashing over me.

There was a man,
he was cold and angry,
darkness clouded his face.

He walked alone
and glowered at the sun
in his muddy garden.

Rolling, viscous sea,
tide of indeterminacy,
waves crashing over me.

There was a man,
he was all and nothing
in the ebb and flow.

He lived alone
and changed like the seasons,
like waves crashing over me.