Windows By The Sea

It's quiet up here tonight.
I guess everyone is down
                   on the beach
doing whatever it is
                   lover's do on beaches.
I can hear
   the waves breaking
                   over the sand,
and I remember
   the times I walked on strange, foreign beaches
wondering if anyone knew
                   I was there.

The waves of the Med
   are different from the Atlantic.
They tenderly touch the sand
                   with soft caresses.
She seems to understand
                   the need a man has,
                        as she soothes him
                             with peacefulness.

I've been many places
and I've seen more than most.
I've learned something from those journeys...
a man is only a reflection
                  in someone else's mind.
He exists only
         when he's known
                  by others.

It doesn't matter
         how far you've been
or how long you were gone;
when someone enters your world,
                  even for a moment,
all the time
         and miles
                 were worth it.

I can still hear
         the oceans soft voice,
and at times I long
                 for her touch;
         but not just now.

For right now,
         I'm happy sitting above her
                  in my darkened room,
waiting for the sun,
                  ... and you,
         to wake up and hold me
                      in gentle arms.