Below the Surface
the sea is violent
below the surface,
striking, roaring, jolting –
lightning erupting,
currents abducting.
.
outer storms ravish
your inner calm –
break it, violate it,
curse and crush it,
dreams hoarse, yet beloved.
.
thunder rages, craves
below the surface
crowns itself — reigns
under your skin,
cruel, deep within.
.
gentle waves, all I see –
pushed lightly, fatherly,
guided forth so feathery
along the shores
of the ocean you are to me.
.
no lightning, no thunder,
neither clash nor hope torn asunder –
just gentle ease, a milder breeze
and I stand and see, decide to be
with you, my sea.
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