I love your waves
Your salty waters call for dehydration yet I am refreshed when you call to my shore.
You fill the holes of my soul and speak to the roots of my soul.
We become one.
The brown muddle and cold result of earth and water.
Your waves jump to my shore over and over.
You compare me to the moon though I can’t bash your metaphors, they extend to my stubborn ground.
Reaching to your moon, but I feel closer than that.
The push and pull I can feel when you retreat.
Still your waters crash against my crystallized shore.
You leave prints and droplets of yourself as your engulfing spirit heads back to the ocean.
Together we create beautiful seashells.
The collectors delight; pearls and rare commodities.
We combine our weight.
Because we know heaviness.
And though you are less easily constrained and I know my earth can be too stubborn to take form. We see the outside of our comfort zone in comfort of each other’s arms.
We give balance to the looters hands.
Your waves continue to embrace the creation of something against the norm.
Humanities that spring from me have you rushing through their veins.
I call it nation building.
I call it sustaining.
I call it healing.
The earthquake to the hurricane.
We no longer need permission to exist because we have already been created.
I’ll watch as you majestically give the roots planted in me the power too bloom.
We will be blooming.
We will be building.
We will embrace faith in you and I .
We will be.