The Spell of the Sea

Truly I’d  never experienced
A sight so divinely pristine
As the first time I laid my eyes on
The waters of pale emerald green.

I knew from that very moment,
That although there was no “before”,
Somehow there would always be “after”.
That I’d always be part of the shore.

Though many years hence since I saw it,
I can still feel and taste and smell
Those initial moments in my life
The sea captured me into its spell.

A mysterious muse of perfection
Ever-changing, yet always the same.
It beckoned me “Come ever closer,”
While the sea gulls now called out my name.

The pounding surf caressed my body.
The tranquil swells lifted my soul.
The vision of motion before me
Calmed my psyche and made me feel whole.

It mattered not how I spent time there,
Whether swimming, sailing or just
Sitting poised alongside its shoreline.
I felt much more alive and nonplussed.

Whenever it came time to leave now
Forever bereft to depart,
Sadly I’d bid long, lengthy farewells,
Then I’d leave a small piece of my heart.

Each time I return I am certain
One day no returning there’ll  be,
At least not in body but spirit
Forever to be one with the sea.


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