I have never seen the ocean
never stood upon its shore
yet if I could
I know I would
hear other than its ancient roar
As waves draw back
each set to curl
your voice would sound
in every round
each rushing spray and swirl
You are my sea
my ship, my embracing sand
touch each hollow
all tides I follow
to set my heart on saving land
Seabirds shall never join
my wind-torn echoing cry
by tempest tossed
too deep, too lost
for I am you, as you are I


© W.R.R. 11/4/2011
For Saint Vitus, my beloved.

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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