When I think of us
I see you as the ocean
Hidden depths
Intense
Full of mystery
And beauty.
I am the shore
Constant
Silent
Expansive
Forever
Waiting for you
.
One day you arrive
Softly
Gently
To kiss
And whisper
Sweet words.
Another day you arrive
Like thunder
Pounding me
With roaring waves
And dragging me to you
In the undertow.
Is it the gravity pull
Of the moon
That raises passions?
This I know
If ever you go
This shoreline will die.
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Owain Glyn
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Windswept
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