The Ocean

She goes to far oceans and seas,

Where the waves sing and chatter,

The morning offers golden rays

The serenades are loud and free,

The tide glides in a hurry.

But, the mountains are lonely.

The herons wait on her,

The sand dunes dance and dally

The surf rolls along for her,

The gulls skim and glide.

The sandpipers run for her,

But, the mountains are lonely.

The dolphins jump for her.

The belugas bugle for her.

The pelicans dive for her.

The seals flip for her.

The whales wail for her.

But, the mountains are lonely.

The water caresses her feet.

The wind kisses her lips.
The Sun touches her hair

The rains wet her cheeks.

The fog catches her waist.

But, the mountains are lonely.

The moon shares her secrets

The dawn paints her face.

The Sun takes a late bath.

The mist and magic unfold .

The grebes watch and witness

But, the mountains are lonely.

But, in the dark mountains,

where long silences prevail,

where the nights are long,

where the wolves hop and howl,

She leaves me behind,

dazzled and drowned in love.

 HH, March 20, 2008