AN: Another poem. I actually wrote this less than five minutes after "No Tears," but I didn't feel this one held as much depth. -- I re-read it now and realize there is so much wrong with it. D ugh. But hey, it's not bad for a second attempt at poetry. Although I can only do free verse... I am actually only posting this for Cataclysmic Eclipse, because she has so kindly asked to read it. 3 But if anyone else reads it, that would be so lovely

Disclaimer: I'm not sure if I need it, since I don't use names, but just in case: I DO NOT OWN TALES OF SYMPHONIA. Or Kratos. Or Lloyd. If I DID, then Kratos would be playable in THE SEQUEL! XD ahem Anyway...

Enjoy my first attempt at sort of oyako.

First Ocean

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The mist tickles,

Floating in the air

In a spray of life.

Arms full of warm flesh,

Squirming within the familiar grasp.

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The water tickles

The toes barely grazing the surface.

Alabaster skin

Held by rough hands

Weathered by labor.

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The sun reflects

From the shimmering surface

And the world spins and waves

Before coming to a Stop.

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The water is cold,

Blanketing the infant

To his navel.

Ripples flow out in rings,

Unending rings,

And they are a pretty sight.

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The water splashes

Around the small child

Slapping the surface

And watching the spray

With young, wide eyes.

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Gentle eyes watch,

And they squint

In the air so full of salt and mist and life.

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And all the sins of the past are washed away,

Everything is washed away

With the tide.

All that remains is a father,

His son,

The laughing child,

And his first ocean.

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