his powerful wind rushing at me, subduing me,
Sand sinking beneath each footstep over and over again,
as I reclaim my communion with the beach, with the sea
Some speak of their lovers, men or women of this world
pining for their lover’s embrace, their kiss
Forlorn and listless when stolen away by separation
days pass unnoticed, awaiting their lover’s return
How odd am I, that the ocean is my lover, the one I return to again and again
unable to live without his forceful winds, his beauty beyond compare
without whom I bear a stinging emptiness
Awaiting the time his swirling waters will again embrace me,
and his salty spray will laughingly kiss me all over
Was I a mermaid or merman in some other life? And now,
unable to leave that life behind, I am only satiated
when living on his shores?
Running on the beach, I leave family and friends thousands of miles behind
While my eyes endeavor to drink in his beauty, exploring every wave and rock
I run
I run to fill my yearning to be with all of him at once
All my life he’s been here for me, the most consistent lover I could ask for
He gives without asking anything in return
I am home with him, satisfied in the depth of my being
How odd am I, that he is the lover I always seek, and with him,
I know happiness and peace beyond compare
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