Ocean

I sit here,
remembering my ocean,
missing her,
she is - dynamic stability
  never stagnant
  in constant motion
    ebbing
      flowing
She is full of life,
so much beauty,
  outside
  and in.
She caresses the beach
  leaving remnants
  of her inner beauty
  on the shores for us to find.
There are no cares,
  no worries
  only beauty and wonder
  and a renewed innocence.
She washes away all mistakes
  leaving the beach a fresh new slate
Thoughts are clearer
  the answers more obvious
  and the answerless questions less troubling
All things seem possible
The spirit is clean, refreshed,
  renewed at peace


Perhaps one day
I will find a love as stable
and as giving
as the ocean.
Perhaps.