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Like these booms of surf thundering in to kiss

the cinnamon soil I stand on, you keep pounding

every shore of my consciousness. Thoughts fly in

under the gentle, feathery wings of seagulls

that herd through the halcyon skies to remind

me, how much I sincerely adore you. A glossy, warm

sunshine pierces the crested waves, lighting up

every almost lost, bygone moment – before blending

a turbulent, salt water past into an ardent sea spray

of gratefulness. How thankful I am you chose to stay

through those rain storms, and cheating sailor regrets

broaching my derisory, pride marred ego, until agony  

finally broke down into tears and I said: I am sorry

Scrutinizing over that horizon I think … what mysteries

of faith are pooled below your silhouetted whitecaps;

depths holding astonishing secrets only the Mother

of Creation knows with any certainty. How my fondness

for you now feels at home in this vastness, and yet

overwhelmed at times by the deluge of memories,

that tide in under the walloping, rocky mindfulness

of how you stayed beside me even when

the waterline of my insecure, unstable emotions

started to erode the beaches of our sand-doomed

relationship. Then, just before drowning our friendship,

adoration surged, and passion swelled forth, asking no

more of me, than to jump into your love, and get wet.