Cannot Let Go

There’s something innately mesmerizing about water, about the sea. The sounds, the smells, they play a part, but the…the…are there words to say what I feel, what that mystical word, Sea, encapsulates? All that is lost or is ever found, all thoughts and dreams, rising and falling. One moves beyond life and death as one stares at the sea.

I think the sea calls. It has a voice, somewhere, which rivers always hear, and I hear. How I long to sit by the sea and think and smoke and dream.

But you, and love, I cannot go away just yet.