Glaciers are the loneliest souls.
Moving and drifting with the water:
cold and forsaken.
How wonderful it would be
to melt into the sea;
under the rays of the sun;
in God's well as one;
tossed by his hand;
to move in romantic waves.

I've whispered in playful minds,

Brilliant people of all kinds.

I whisper then vanish,

sometimes odd and outlandish.

I never truly end,

just many others to attend...

Highways go on forever
intertwining suburban homes;
where boys are loved into men;
then drive away

As we walk along this shore line,
moments come in and touch us,
then recede back into God's endless sea.