The road was winding
Curves and Bushes
Playing hide and seek
With the seashore.
I heard the ocean’s call
Alluring me to sit and talk,
As I used to talk with him
Every time we meet.
The Ocean and I have always
been close friends. Something
About the sea makes you want
To pour your soul out knowing
It will go deep and safe, and he
I parked the car away at the nearby
Street. Climbing the hill to the
Shore. The hill was steep,
I looked around, and looked down
To the slippery sand beneath my feet.
The path laid in front of me
Was a maze of Bushes and sand dunes.
I reached a fork in the road. Paths and
Trails right and left. I was lost.
I still can hear the calls of the sea,
But where is he?
Something about the sea, makes you trust him.
As old friends, he greets me
With wide open heart and
Generous giving spirit, he
Greets me with waves of
Cheers and laughter of
The gulls…even when he
Is angry or grim. “Welcome back,
You are home, you are here.” He always said.
I was near, but not there yet.
At the twilight time when
Not many were on the trails.
I got up and stood there and
Contemplated at life choices.
How many trails we got to choose,
And how many got us lost.
Only then I heard others approaching,
Laughing and calling on each other. Giggling
Trying to find each others through the maze.
Trying to reach the sea…like me. I heard a girl
Calling. “I found the sea!” “I found the sea!”
She said: “Go towards the light.”!