I stand on the beach

at the waters edge

as the wavelets gently

curl round my toes

then recede,letting me

feel the gentle tug

as if coercing me to

follow them further in

but I hold my stance

and watch the larger

waves as they smack

against the rocks

before making their way in

I 'm pondering matters

of the heart and I

see an analogy between

the oceans motion

and my relationship with

the man I love

  The tides that come

and go, but never

past a certain place

at the waters edge

unless there's a storm

 I want more passion

more excitement,like a

thunderous wave crashing

past boundairies

sometimes I need to

feel the force and power

of a stromswept sea to

get the adrenalin going

 As I stand there at

waters edge wondering

I'm lulled by the ebb

and flow so gentle

feeling guilty because

,I can't be satisfied

with just

harmony and balance

etw-2008