Oh Ocean, I’ve left you.
How could this be? I was torn
from you in the end by my equal
love for the great mountain
to which I have returned
after years away with you.
But I miss you, Ocean, now
as I missed the mountain then.
When I visit your neighbourhood
that used to be mine, I can’t wait
to catch that line of blue
as I crest the hill and approach.
In those days, when I came back
to the mountain I know as home,
I used to hold my breath
until it came in view, then sigh
in rapture to see my beloved —
that now I rejoice in, night and morning.
But you, you, oh Ocean, you
blue delight of my heart, wild sparkler
and frother, your moods and colours
even more changeable and rich
than cloud shifts over the mountain, you
are far away out of sight and can’t be heard.
Only in memory your sleepless roar
pounds the message of how close you are....
How close you were. Too seldom
I come within coo-ee, too seldom see,
hear, let alone taste and smell
you, tangible you, that I ache for.
April PAD Challenge 13
Prompt: A love poem
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