'Liberation'

The sea stirs my senses,
And I hear the sound
Of my liberation,
In every beating wave
That pounds the shores
From the depths, I escape
To find those moments,
In the joy of you
Who holds the happiness,
Of every desire
When you reach for me,
Time flies like the wind
Through my soul 
Like running tides escaping,
And I see so clear
That wild ocean waiting,
Where we will meet
For the rest, 
Of our lives

©Mary Cecil