The days gently break into
the pale sky of a new beginning.
The rapid spread of sun shines brightest on the horizon.
I stand on the beach.
I want to go swimming.

You are immediately at my side pulling me into the salt.
I laugh and swim and feel lighter.
The waves pull high and low upon our time together.
My thoughts grow tired and I wish to stop treading water.

Looking for a safe passage,
I lock eyes with the familiar.
Whipping me onto a long sailed course.

The ocean turns into a sea.
The harbor is now a river.
The stream comes from up the mountain
and soon I am waiting for the rain.