I, the Ocean

If only you would let me love you.

Let the petals of love bloom, die, and be reborn, for this garden is eternal.

Let us take turns being the Moon and the Ocean.

Why can’t you see that it’s what you and I are?

We give ourselves to each other and forget who is leading the dance.

Must I be locked up in my tower with the key under my bed?

Knowing I can come down, hoping you’ll try your hardest and climb up the stones.

You say you don’t know what you want.

Might I be that?

Not you. Not now.

Living as times clown

How many times can I be let down

Where is the love that is safe and sound?

May my love live as the ocean

Rough, bold

Quiet, reflecting

Healing, devouring

Float and sink in me

What is too much for the ocean to hold?

Life is only worth it to be loved bold

If you were a child I would have the salt of my body breeze through your hair and tease you with foam as you run along the shore, building your sandcastles

Though you are consumed by your journey, I am consumed by you.

You are man and I am the ocean

Must you always pass over and through me?

Might I be your victory and resting place

Where your journey ends

What you want and need

If all of life is a waking memory, when you taste salt, remember me.