The Ocean

Don't swim in front of me, I may not follow. Don't swim behind me, I may not lead. Swim by my side and hold my hand, as friends we will be able to swim forever....................

It laps so gently onto the powder white sand,
it crashes with rage and batters the land.
It gives and it takes, its power pure might,
and yet within the waves you can take flight.

Distances so vast, it separates the land,
but all it takes is one caring hand.
One you can trust to guide and to show,
that the ocean is there and can make us grow.

We mirror the rhythm of its ebb, its flow,
we make love so hard, fast or slow.
Waves rolling taking us closer,
building into that one place we both simply know.

Let my fingers wrap tight as you take hold of my hand,
step over the pebbles through the sand.
We can leave those footprints so soft in the beach,
others can follow if they take one hand they can reach.

Swim with me and dive into the deep, through those waves,
let them lap and leap.
We will find those places so dark with no light,
ones we must all see before we can take flight.

It can cleanse a soul filled with so much pain,
it will fill your heart with the knowledge you gain.
It crashes, it dances it gives us pure sight,
it gives us white horses to ride from the places darker than night.

Back to the shallows to bask in the heat,
to let those soft waves lap at our feet.
To know the dark is still there but one hand,
will always hold across the miles of the land.

The might of the ocean, a gift given, so few know,
a place we can swim together and let its might show.
They will never be touched if they don't swim,
they will never know if they never let the ocean in.