Your love turns to sleet, riding on the waters waves.

Wild and shallow, wetting my lips; but never quenching my thirst.

Chilling me: wishing me dead?

No cape around my shoulders, I wade out into the shores,

Kick my legs, open my arms and swim.

Drowning, swimming, reaching.

Engulfing you, as you try to grasp me.

You constantly slip through. You always have.

I suffocate your raging spirit, that wants to overturn every rock,

Touch every raindrop, possess every breathing morsel.

Your voice loses itself in the winds howls-

But I still hear your moans.

Your un-born spirit clinging to its nest.

I mock you. You are not the great beast you wish to be.

You are a dying storm,

That shall sleep in my lap.

Cradle in comfort and rebel another day.

But for now, come and sleep your Child’s sleep.

The sea has said goodbye.