Alone

The sea shines whitely up
Singing back into the sky
Its sighing song
Of the eternal shore.
It mirrors the mood of its sister
Sky: a blank and staring white
Or vivid, gunmetal blue,
Or purple dark or icy gray,
The colors of the year.
Ignorant, we believed the
Sea had mood, the sky had
Meaning. Bland, blind,
Uncaring, they carry no
Intention, no sentiment;
No caring, no sign
No message from beyond.
The seas wash simply on the
Shores, from age to age
The same. Untouched
By human sorrow,
Alike in joy or death,
The sea, the sky
Make no reply
To prayers or cries of men.