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!