Original thought

 Sea wears her waves like a heartache sign

from a sting to a trickle to lack of control

and moans and groans from the belly of soul

where love first and foremost was born.

 

Life currents moved in and tossed her adrift

from the path of original thought

and now she’s a travelling gypsy

with no place to call her own.

Sea pounds at the rocks with

fighting spirit but this outward sign 

of “devil may care”

belies her need and desire

to be held like a babe in arms.

 

And all who come unto very real love 

are babies within born anew 

still yet to know that original thought 

gave the sea the pleasure of shore.

  

I just can’t believe the sea’s ebb and flow

and the shore’s complete indifference

but time makes all more together than torn

and returns again original thought

to the top of priority lists.

 

Meanwhile the sea moans and groans

like an echo today of human heartache

at the turn around and reversal from

the path of original thought!