The Calling Sea
I watch the sea come in along the line.
A conversation starts deep within this soul of mine.
The lapping waves calling to the inner tide
They invite to wash away the darkness in my mind.
A pulling, tugging I can feel
The waves are calling and to me it’s real
The mind is racing to do a deal
The soul is looking for somewhere to hide
The waves, the water, the tide speaks and it speaks to me. It suggests a course so clear to see.
To sing a song to the oceans tune. To walk head on into a watery doom. To allow the ocean to eat my lungs.
My feet stay stationary on the sand
I look to the sky and the palm of my hand.
Though these callings and thoughts haunt my weary time on this land.
I will decide right now that it ain’t time to go.
The water retreats a few inches more. My feet were wet, they ain’t wet no more. The blue horizon says goodbye to me. But smiles knowing one day I may give in to the power of the sea.
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