It’s not to say that the story won’t unfold
according to the dictates of everybody’s soul
and so with heart longing the sea returns
to nudge and goad an awakening
of the so intractable shore.
How patient the sea with her come and go
ever waiting and listening intently
for her name to be called three times
but silence greets her every move.
There will come a time of total withdrawal
but she can’t hold back for ever
and all of the love and agony
will crash back onto the shore.
“Run!” she whispers, shouts, and roars
but the shore in ignorance unmindful
of the consequences
merely looks the other way .
But don’t look at man and his abode
for according to soul dictates
not ever can any transitory “thing”
offer a safe refuge.
Beware, oh, beware, sea’s return
after her total withdrawal
but she offers, of course, a time of grace
for the shore to remain as before.
Time is uncertain and nobody knows
when chaos will reign from peace!