It’s only 8 days before Christmas and I’ve yet to experience the holiday’s cool weather. It’s just too hot this December. I want to go to the beach! Oh wait I still have 1 final exam left.
If you allow me,
tonight I promise to do no wrong.
With every stoke-gentle and calm-
only your restless heart beats wild.
Let the ebb and flow of the waves grow
and collide unto you, soaking your body.
The cool mist will embrace you wet
and soon the surf brought by the tide will
reach your feet, cleaning it with its
salty kisses, thorough but abrupt.
If we allow ourselves to get caught
between the tuck and fold of the sea,
hold on to me. Let the current take us
where it may go and follow its lead.
Cause at the end-as expressed by sailors’ lore-
the seawater always finds its shore.
Now, if we allow ourselves to
bask underneath the divine sun
and swim beneath the deep blue waters
of our contentment, there will be no
room for indefiniteness. And all questions
of “if” will be inapt.
Photo: “Sea/Sand/Beach” by CubaGallery. From Flickr.