Longing For The Sea Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

The days are sultry and hot and everything is scorched
and alone I pray for a bit of rain
while intensely I long for the sea,
long for somewhere where waves roar,
where seagulls screech in the sky,
where the salt burns your nose
and its wherefore my soul is longing.

I want to place my feet in rocky ponds
and feel the cool water rushing over them,
I want to search for the beautiful things of life,
experience tranquillity as only God can give it
and then until late sit and watch
at the sun colouring the horizon,
while I drink in the carbuncle blue with my eyes
and there I want to count the ships sailing to far away.

I want to climb up to the lighthouse and spy the world,
feed the rock-rabbits at Mosselbay
and on the beach I want to walk hours long,
with you my darling celebrate the days and nights,
between the dunes at the sea.

I want to pick up seashells and feel the sand between my toes,
I want to live as if tomorrow I am going to die,
eat and drink without worrying about increasing weight
and laugh for the pleasure of it
until my stomach is hurting from laughing

and when it rains softly outside
I do pretend that I smell the sea
when the drops dance with joy upon the roof
like in my heart.