I am yours,
where waters meets land;
crashing in with passion,
creating tidal waves of affection.
Ruby red stones on the shore
relax upon specks of sand.
I exhale my troubles, and watch
as the salty air swallows them
and spits them out for the seagulls
to feast on. Languidly, the lullaby
of the waves lulls my racing mind.
Using only the sky as my clock,
I see the sun return to it's home
beneath the horizon; my sun-infused skin
glitters under the moon.
Soon I fall
into a slumber, cradled by the coast
and covered with silent precision
by a feeling of comfort.