You told me about a house
on the beach
you once saw on an August day. .
and I, imagined how nice it would be
for our kids to run around the shore..
the waves kissing their toes..
the zephyr wind blowing my hair
and you.. standing next to me..
holding my hand.. overlooking the sea.

I waited at the shore
while the ebbing tide caresses my toes..
imagining how it felt to live
in the sea for days...
weeks.. months..years..
imagining how to live with music
of the rushing tides..
picking up shells on lazy afternoons...
imagining living with you.

would we ever grow tired
of watching the sea meet the sky..
would we ever fear the tides when it rises..
attempting to wash away our home
hopes.. dreams..
would our hearts be weathered
by the tossing of the waves
or grow restless
upon hearing the howling of the wind
and rising of the tides..?

The rain finally fell this morning.. while lying in bed..
I watched it trickled down from the heavens down
into the leaves .. down to the thirsty ground...
Heaven's mercy over the fierce Earth...
soothing... penetrating my senses....