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