Lifeforce

I never thought that one day I might be so separate and distanced from the sea, and grey-blue mornings offering a cloak of cushioning velvet, where once I woke so long ago, to watch the gannets dive as silvered arrows from a tight-strung bow. Those days were ever tinged with disbelief that fate had held my hand, though all too brief, and led me to this cherished place, where grace and beauty did my other world replace. It was, I know, with age now bittersweet, the greatest gift that fortune could bestow. In memory now I hear the ocean speak of all its moods when, waking or asleep, I see and hear that lifeforce long forgone. As to its beating heart forever drawn, I ponder on the change it wrought in me, and things that are, and things that weren't to be.