I Sea Poem by Javier Falcon

Can’t wait until I’m there among structures so beautiful, to be shrouded in the bright light from far above, yet feeling so ever cool. Being overflown by small white angels who call out to us down below, as the names they say are lost to the wind and a not too distant noise. One of wild fury as the reason I’m here is that chaos… A mass of liquid which just wrestles itself when it’s closest to us… And with that thought I just run into it.