Life

The wind gusts through my pores;
The chill of the air enters my soul.
I open my cloak, exposing myself to it.
It is the same as her essence;
Entering my body like a cold gust.
Refreshingly sweet, it awakened me.
I walk briskly through crowded streets,
No one knowing the wonder I feel.
She is within me, I belong only to her.
I close my eyes and she is the image I see,
I can feel her presence along side me always.
It is warming, and I embrace it.
No other has been allowed so close,
She has entered the alien places in my heart.
I am alive again, and she the resurrector.

The winds wept salt-laden tears of
Joy upon the rocky shore
Truth reborn, life's purpose remembered.
The slate sea mirroring life's blandness
Till the pastel palette
Of your beauty and goodness touched my soul.
Colors exploding
Bursting forth from a chiaroscuro,
Monochrome.
Turquoise seas under cerulean skies
Lovemotion leaping as a spring tide
To embrace that sullen shore.

As the graceful gulls waft overhead
On airtides of ectasy
Calling out into that empty void
Voices unheard
Save by one lonely wavelet.
The sea sighs longingly
Mourning what once was
Rejoicing in what will be.

That solitary wavelet
Born of passion in the sea's mediocrity
Builds steadily to a great crest
To come mightily crashing upon
The rocky shore
Only to be swept back into life's mediocrity.

But that one wavelet will live forever
Being born and reborn with each
breath of the sea
Building to its mighty crescendo
receding to gather strength
Then bursting forth again
To renew life's lost vigor.

A seed, life in its infancy,
With all of its inherent
Potential
Gathers strength from the ether
About it.
Love, caring, caressing love, envelops
The one,
Nurturing, cherishing,
Watching with admiration as she slowly
Blossoms.
And, as a seedling awash in the
Dews of a summer morn sparkles
With the freshness of life,
So too do you sparkle;
Glowing with the radiance
Of new found emotions.