Poetry

{June 2, 2015}

{June 2, 2015}

As these waves crash,

against the shores

of the ocean I am near,

a breath of change

happens as I listen

and as I stand

and lay on the sands.

Standing

on the edge

of a breathing ocean,

where breaths

of inhales and exhalations

become visible,

just as changes become as well.

A change

always happening,

something

always happening

as I feel

its breaths upon my face,

the salt stinging.

The salt on its breath

stinging my eyes

and wounds,

yet the pain doesn't hurt that much

and it is something

that I can bear through

and live with as I stand near.

I hear the ocean's breaths,

sleeping yet awake

at the same time;

the ocean coming

closer, each day,

to awaken on the day it waited for.

The ocean alive

with its exhales

and inhales

as it moves,

its heart hidden deep inside;

alive, yet not fully alive,

until the One,

it has waited for

comes and takes its hand

and is finally led to home

and comes alive,

and staying that way;

just now waiting

patiently

for the One it loves.