Sound of the Sea

I love the sound of the sea,

Pulling me to you, to me.

 

I think of the months passing,

like waves tumbling upon themselves,

collapsing on sand.

Is this my life?

Watching, waiting.

 

Allure enough to arrive,

place my toes at the kissing point,

not enough to plunge.

Why do I wait?

Waves keep rolling.

 

On a coastal brink you stand

continents away, turned to the pier,

drawn to the wet drumbeat.

What’s out there?

Faraway, a rhythm, me.

 

There must be a central point,

a locus on the charts, where unsettled

ripples begin.

Where?

I’d meet you there.

 

That is, if I weren’t me.

I’m on the shore of the sea.

Reviews

[Xandria Johnson]

Interesting title. I love it when you describe the sound of the ocean. I could picture it in my head. Keep writing ! ^^ :)

[Christopher Staab]

THis is a battle of sorts. I can relate even right now because I was just trying to center my energy with the help of the Buddha. Perhaps you may be talking of a loved one; nonetheless, great write.