Oceana

Swaying
on longing tides of blue and gray,
my small ship forges ahead
with my open arms as sails,
my heart as its compass.
I need no crew -
this journey is meant only for me.
No surplus of food -
my will feeds my hunger.
My final destination -
unknown for now,
but the vision remains clear.

That familiar freckled face...
A comforting smile...
Honeyed lips...
Firm yet gentle embrace...
A presence that makes me feel at home...
They all belong to him,
the one I love.

Strangers when we first met,
now lovers for what feels like ages.
But love is sometimes wicked,
and time unpredictable,
and distance the ultimate detour.
But my eyes are set on
the sun-kissed horizon,
your softened eyes etched into the sun.

So I sail away,
the water currents pulling me your way.
I don't doubt their intentions,
for the ocean's soul is mine.
Its salty breeze is my breath.
The far-off call of the seabird, my voice.
The subtle rocking of the waves, my dance.
It moves, and I move
together
until our search is over.

© S.E.L. 4/24/06

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