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....
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