The Ocean Hand

Ocean Hand

The wind hauled

Picking up a piece of sea

And dropping it to shore

Where it belonged you see

She shut her eyes

Sealing herself from the world

But the droplets

Were firm in their resolve

And soft in their stroke

Gently caressing

Her sunburned cheeks

Attending to burns

Deeper than the skin

Trickling slowly

Into those finely folded wrinkles

Not earned by time

But pierced there

By centuries of torture

Splashing her hair back

They revealed her extinguished eyes

Which once burned with dreams

Ever so fierce

But now lie

Untouched and despised

The sea salt felt

Like a touch of love

Isn’t that nature

She finally inhaled

The majestic tides

Mighty yet docile

 

 

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