Words are only water foam,

At the shore ­–

When feelings are the tides,

And the sea’s my home


There are words unspoken,


They just lie there,

Spun in silence


I leave them amidst the depths,

There’s ink that blots,

But no paper,

Not something you can spot


There’s beauty underwater,

But the cost –

Is diving deep,

Go there and you will see


There’s more to me,

Than what I will ever seem to be,

It’s not about the sand,

It’s all about the sea.


Asna Nauf