Sea Story Tell me fisherman-friend: what stories of sadness do the fishes tell that make you sail through endless waters without a catch to show? You gaze at the mirrors below and something tightens in your throat. Does a past pearl of your dreams still beckon on the sea's surface? The suns in your muscles are beginning to set and still the net is as empty as your verve. The waves move wearily, and the seagulls are drifting away, as if they have secrets to conceal. You leave the shore wishing and you arrive struggling, head bowed, with the piercing echoes of a drowning voice embedded in your skin. Darkness then hides the guilt felt within. Tell me lorn lover: what memories of gladness still make you sigh even when the sea has breathed its last wave of goodbye?