As the mist of the ocean pounds against the rocks of the cliff,
And echoes off again and again,
My mind wanders, in the mystery of love, awash in a whiff.
Watching the gentleness of the ocean when calm,
Reminds of his gentle touch so warm,
As he searches the caves of my soul, causing no harm,
And finds, in the depths, the love that in me doth swarm.
While walking a sandy pathway, down the way,
I hear his footsteps, coming from behind, in a familiar lay,
A certain way, a certain sound, a familiar step,
Knowing it is he, coming to meet me, in our favorite ocean alcove, carefully kept.
While lying on a blanket, under the sun so warm and tender,
I feel his gentle hand on me, causing my heart to splendor,
Like appearing from nowhere, as if led by some invisible vendor,
As my mind wandered, thinking of him, in desire and surrender.
The air filled with the smell of salty ocean, so raw and pure,
And the sounds of gulls, flying around the cliffs, like a demure,
Makes me complete in his loving arms again, feels like a cure,
With a call so clear, from the gulls that endure.
“Come, come, come with us by the ocean,” they say,
“Be free from the city sounds, from the people in disarray,
Where hustle sets the way, and loved ones stay at bay
