Lost on You

Are my words lost on you?
You're not a veteran ear,
to my sayings you're quite new.

But you have your own volumes.
You have adventures and tragedies.

And on sand beaches with imaginary sunsets
I can't expect you to get it.

To get this.
To hear, though you listen.

And so I just talk louder,
so the ocean might hear.

For better or worse,
I take solace,
in being heard by the immense and inanimate.