The gentle pulse of a wave hits my feet as I stare out to sea.
The gray horizon is empty of ships or life.
As I sit there I wonder why my dreams keep taking me here.
I feel lonely, yet I accept it.
There is a certain peace here that my loneliness in reality lacks.
I don't think of you, just that I have no one.

I want to move.
To walk along the shore, or go into the warm water,
But I remain where I stand,
Allowing the waves to gently beat their heartbeat rhythm at my feet.
But it's then that I realize I'm not alone.
The ocean is my wordless companion, like a hand on my shoulder,
Telling me that I am strong enough, good enough,
I am enough.