I Write VI

As I sat on the black-as-midnight rocks
And stared at the white-as-milk sea
All I had
Was thoughts -
tumultuous,
peaceful,
silly,
insightful...

Thoughts of what, who, where I was
of who I want to be
Thoughts of everyone I know
Thoughts of you and me

So many thoughts
stumbling in my mind
unfettered, unshackled, free

Thoughts that I knew
Would wash away
As morning turned to night

And so,
to preserve them forever
I came here

To Write.