Water Call

Water Call

I walked today toward the sea.
The clouds like eider in a down filled sky.
No one, save I, to mark my going
between dune and reed
as the sea, siren song calling,
whispered my name
again.

Drawn as ever by the lap and lull
of water seeking its high line
I went,
thru heat soaked sand as
the sun climbed toward its own.
Wind playing over the rise and fall of waves,
spray skipping forward,
a token kiss brushed across my lips.

Footfall drawn forward
lulled by the sound of moving water
till the hiss and foam wrap my ankles in cool.

I always close my eyes.

Tilting my face toward the sun
as the sea song plays
familiar
thru me
calling
whispered breath against my cheek.

Come.

Skin, heat bathed, shudders
at the foreknowledge of an icy embrace.
The ebb and flow of patience waiting,
for me.

Lifting my arms high
as the billowing white gown slips away
to pool at my feet like melting cream,
I dive.
Swallowed whole by the falling waves.

Water and Love flowing past
toward the beach of my heart.