The Sea-Shore

You were always too beautiful To stand still You seek out waves of the free I wonder how it feels To swim among present life Whilst their contented bodies rest limbless upon me You see their lives unfurl As they grip your strength Soak up all that breathes in your light Your are they're worthful cause They're freedom, a genuine gain They're everlasting fight They all concregate around you Your stormy seas Instill in them a spirit its true I look on sadly Realising they will never choose me It will always be you Your tsamami washes over me As your anger takes hold You choose not a competition but a hand As you awash upon me Your debreit whose party is over I fall upon them on peaceful sand I hurl my arms around them See your watchful eyes Begin to bring yourself to shore You leave me peace and space Then leave me as expectant occupants Take you back once more....