The Sea

Like an old friend you call me.
I hear your crashing waves, smell
your salty air, and feel the
pull of your tide within me.

I cannot wait to see you again.

Your cool waves surge toward me.
Your bubbly waters embrace, tickle,
and lift me.

I laugh and gasp for a breath. And I
swim with you. You are you flowing
around me. Lifting me on your crests,
dropping me into your troughs.

We are dancing.

You are drawing me closer.
And I am holding you in my arms.
We are on the same wavelength.
We will always be old friends.