…is unto the sea
Those three
whispered words
ever etched into the soul
never promised
always
at the whim of the wind
like lightning
in the mist
or falling ribbons of silk
at play
with light and shadow
tracks in the snow
fading
out of sight
or spring blossoms
lazily drifting
on the breeze
yet still
I offer up my heart
and know
that in time
it shall reveal
that you my love
are to me
just as the shore
is unto the sea
© Ann Bagnall
2014
