Waves

Tomorrow may come but the waves soak my toes now,
The thought of past loves, of battles lost, perhaps to love again.
Fading into an abyss I like to call memory, a sandy beach that I have landed.
Sailing, tying knots and setting proper reef to the main.

The Virgins, the Martins, the Abacos all a dream for a flat lander
still their waves call, leave it, the mess, take leave, wander.
It calls to something deep inside, the waves, the wash, the sand.
Compelling to search for a distant shore, a new world, a new plan.

As the waves of Grief flow over you, sorrow of the death.
Struggle to assume a new life, take a deep heart breaking breathe.
I must leave you ashore and depart to save my life .
I sail away, sand, island, waves breaking on my toes, Forgive me...
     I am only a man......