Hunger.
Inside the roar where water meets land,
and sound supplants all but the tumble
of pebbles on sand there a plethora of
lonely concerns exits to leave an angst
as sea keeps my eyes at distance.
This mysterious boundary of frenzy and
clash with sting of raw saline invading
my wait waves crash fury against stress
of watching for arid wind-scream births
desert of aching existence.
By the time breakers fall silenced calm
forces suffusion while in horizon\'s lap
small curls of hope arise on sky\'s brink
as promise of ship\'s momentous return
with no more ocean resistance.
The tumult of love we shared once will
when resumed recover lost bloom and
drench need with emotion as yearning
ebbs because real consummation must
hunger for fervent persistence.
Spliced together at last ardour\'s intent
can leave shallows for wider waters of
deeper union and binding with patience
to joy of sated release Heaven bequests
lovers rewards of consistence.
So come home my sailor safely to me.