Under The Grass

I look out at you over the open blue sky growing dark when the sun like an orange what a ball it glows red and turning to you saying i say to you i do not know the sea today how the wind blows will it blow for me to speak it says and saying you say as you want me to say and we stay salty water and blowing the wind blows as it must my thoughts as the waves are as small as the fish swimming about in between our toes and swimming they swim under the grass as the waves pull one back out deep too sea.