The Moon and the Sea by Stephanie Cameron
I see you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. 4 weeks a month, and 12 months a year. It’s always been like this. Yet you can only see me half of that time. Sometimes, even less depending on the season. I hate it. I hate you not being able to see me as much as I see you. I cherrish every minute, every second you get to see me.
Although we don’t speak much, you’re great company. I love seeing you swish and swirl. Seeing you create beautiful patterns in the sand as you move in and out of the shore. I love it. I love every part of you and I always will. That’s the one thing about me that will never change. No matter the season or time, I will always love you, my dear.
I hate what they’ve done to you. Your beautiful blue waters are now a murky green. The coasts you’ve lived your life roaming now covered in litter and filth. The life inside you grows dimmer and dimmer each night. I can see from all the way up here my dear. I can see what they’ve done to you. I despise it. I despise their ways and how they take you for granted. They see you as nothing more than water they can throw their filth in, they do not see your true worth my dear. But I do. I can see you are so much more than what they treat you as. You always have been. You are the reason they are still alive. Yet they do not see it, my dear.
And I know I could and would treat you far better than them, my dear. And I swear with all my being if we weren’t miles upon miles apart, I’d treasure you. I’d force them to spend the rest of their lives cleaning your dirtied waters, clear the coasts of all the rubbish so you can roam them without worry again. I wouldn’t take you for granted. And I would be able to see you, and you’d be able to see me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. 4 weeks a month, and 12 months a year. But sadly, I cannot. And despite having all the wishing stars in the world up here non of them can grant me my true wish. My wish to be with you forever and always.
So, I will sit up here. Watching you swish and swirl. Watching you slowly and sadly grow lifeless. Waiting for night fall so you can see me. And we will watch each other. You’ll see me go down as the sun rises, and I’ll see you glow beautiful yellows and purples and pinks and reds. Hiding your murky green colour that they caused for a while. And maybe, one day, a star will grant me my wish.
My wish to be with you, my dear, my love. So I can cherish you like no one else ever has.