Click into place, those thoughts left behind,
a breaker for the line of sea,
within that lies that piece of me,
that needed broken silence.
Wrestle with this undertow,
that rides me high,
but smashes low,
until I am floating, listless, free,
living the echo, hearing the sea.
Let this body rise to meet your touch,
salty kisses,
mean so much,
so much more than fishes.
Let that sunlight hand,
caress this wound,
carry my dark thoughts away,
on waves of gentle calm.
Worry less please, soul that binds me,
let this night be less about water,
and more about endless stars reflected,
on a placid sea at rest, within me.

