Hatched Baby Turtles and Love

HATCHED BABY TURTLES AND LOVE I recall my return to the sea where the salt air mixes with beer very well and waves roll forcefully to the shore washing across boulders that form barriers The ensuing forceful power of the storm approaches and turtles just hatched from their eggshells instinctively scurry in a hurry seeking the safety of the water hungry seagulls with appetites for baby turtles ominously flutter What I especially remember are her eyes and how they teared slowly and passionately her face merged with the beauty of an Irish poet’s soul I immediately began to feel vulnerable My life turned around on a dime until then I had been a mess with alcohol I was no more like a stone skipping across the pond but more like an anvil dropped in a shallow pond Until I talked to her for the first time it was then I realized I needed an anchor in my life her aura gave me the feeling she was my life’s mate it touched subterranean depths in my being She was it for me For the first time I allowed someone to hold me tight her love was like a fresh mint cooler on a hot day a shot of Crème de Menthe on the palette heaven cannot be as good or as giving as love in the heart To say that I was smitten is a huge understatement I begin to see the wisdom of and in many things like love can make you into another person or love sincerity given, is love sincerity rewarded We were young and struggles were ahead for sure but I hope our love will outlast the seagulls flying above looking for the young and vulnerable turtles to devour who only wish to be left alone and live a full life, in peace.