eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

The Ocean and the Shore

She often wondered
why the oceans called
out to her every walking
moment of her life
and when she met him
she knew the depths
and the secrets
the ocean kept from everyone
in the world was as clear as
he was to her.

It changed its tides and waves
as the winds changed its course
but no matter what,
they always found a way back to the shore.

And she could see it,
feel it deep inside,
he too fought back
against the harsh winds of life
only to find his way back home.

He was the ocean she’d drown in
without any hesitation or regrets
because the ocean only craved
for love no one gave it.

He was the ocean calling out
and she was the shore, waiting
for him for an infinity
and perhaps longer.