The Pitcher & The Ocean

They say it is the pitcher of water, that would sustain and comfort...
when the days are hard & the nights are cold.
The pitcher never empties; for it can be filled again..
It remains constant.
Through sun, wind or rain...
No tides can upset, nor the calm reflect.
In a way it is - unreasonably perfect.

And is that why, my eyes stray?
Towards the ocean - a little away?
Because though not not tired of this perfect prison; I need to live.
That's my reason.
I need to embrace life, drown in laughter & love...
Let love wash away my fears...
Wipe away the tears, I have cried through the years...

But every time I try, a little by little,
I hear an agonizing cry...
And turn to look back...and then I lose track.

I can't answer the call of the ocean,
With the waves crashing wild -
Because I've grownup from being a child...

And unwilling though, at times my heart can be,
I content myself with the pitcher...
Because I cannot ever answer the calls from the sea.

The pitcher is forever, for everyday use.
While the ocean teases my senses, my feelings...
And remains forever my muse.