The Last Day

I sit motionless by the gentle low tide and listen to her as she speaks to me.
I hear the crashing silence... Calling, calling out from the open sea. 

Stay, stay is the soft plainitive cry.
Listen to my gentle voice... Stay and soon you will know why. 

I can't, I can't I boldly to the sea retort.
I must go for this has to be the last day, for back to reality I must report.

Please oh please says she as her salty tears lap gentle carresing my feet. 
A seagull swoops nearby speaking it's familiar cry.
A dolphin not far from shore wonderously leaps. 

It's the last day I keep repeating in my mind. 
Again she speaks to me... She the magical sea.
Give me more time so I can keep talking to you.

Let me to your spirit speak she sweetly exclaims.
Hear now the voice of my love in the calling of your name. 

I have since the beginning of time been with you and as well you with me. 
I shut my ears, I close my eyes...I know the reality of tomorrow and I begin to cry. 

I look up and away from the sea. 
I ask God for direction and even on this last day give me everlasting peace.

Voices... Voices inumerable run rampant within my head. 
I hear my heart and it tells me I must go and not stay lest in short time I shall be no more... No more...Just dead. 

I open my ears and squint at the suns reflection on the sea.
I hear her call again; I taste her on my lips, I feel her warmth continue to tempt me. 

She sleeps at my feet; she strokes ever so gentle my heart, my soul, my mind. 
Yet this IS the last day, and in sadness  I arise, and from her touch and with my back turned, I walk away. 

As I walk slowly away from the shore. 
I faintly hear her cry once more. 

I know you must go; I know that you can't stay.
But this is just for now the calling of your last day. 
You will she exclaimed will one day return to me. 
For I am your love, and you are mine... The sweeping vastness of the open sea. 

J. Allen Wilson 8/19/2011