With the deepest longing in me ...
I miss ...
The cry of a gull flying over head, it's majesty as it swoops down to feed from the sea.
I miss ...
The chill of the ocean breeze on a foggy morning.
I miss ...
The feeling of sand between my bare toes, the salty aroma of the marine air.
I miss ...
The creak of that old pier, as I wander out to peek over the edge.
I miss ...
The joy of watching sea otters playfully moving through the waters.
I miss ...
The magical site of the sun, as it hides behind the liquid edge of the world.
I miss ...
With all that is alive in me ...
I miss ...
The sights, smells and sounds, the perspective that it brings.
I miss ...
The sea.
Glasspoet ~2001~
