Thinking about recent exchanges with
flowersperish about Sheila Chandra's "Ever so lonely" and This Mortal Coil's "Song to the Siren", both of which involve oceans, I found this part of a poem by Rumi (a.k.a. Mevlana):
We're clouds over the sea, or flecks of matter
in the ocean when the ocean seems lit from within.
I know I'm drunk when I start this ocean talk."