I feel a force inside of me  that draws  me towards the restless sea
and from that  meeting  sea and shore
I feel I’ve gathered  such a store of insight, I intend  to pry
into this thing of you and  I.

I’ve watched  on days  when both were still
and  thought, then, then, if you will,
denotes  descent  from sun and moon.
But once  by chance of coming soon
assumes  a role not meant to be….
the second, you. The first  was  me.

And thus, in calm, related  style
they meet  though loving all the while.

I’ve also watched  when both were  wild
and  not like one full grown and child.
I’ve seen the young  sea toss the breast
of  ancient    Earth
and ride the crest
of passion,
always  hoping  she  will  answer  back
and set them free.

Still?
Which will be the role assumed by which,
who touches whom?

Does  young sea bending towards the  land  move  first?
or  does  that shore in waiting on  the ocean’s   call
run risk of  loving  not at all,

These  questions  I can’t  answer  yet
but if you wish I’ll gladly   let
you answer them and many more
next when we’re  watching sea and shore

Love  always , Don