It started as just the lapping of water at shores edge
A constant that one could ignore
Just a brief touch then only to recede again
The water teases, leaves you wanting more
Then the swells pickup in intensity
Could it be rough seas on the horizon?
Is it a ride one wants to take?
A chance to experience head-on
The urge to feel consumes the body
The waves now ancient floodgates
Releasing all, in one big crashing burst
A rush of cool water satiates
(12 June 2007)
The lure of the unknown...an adventure of which we are not always certain. Often thrilling and satisfying. Great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds Wonderful and very wet...