By Steve Soskin   intersys@cruzio.com  http://lovers.base.org
Date: 15 January 1998

Windswept

      The winds wept salt-laden tears of 
     joy upon the rocky shore 
     Truth reborn, life's purpose remembered. 
     The slate sea mirroring life's blandness 
     Till the pastel palette 
     of your beauty and goodness touched my soul.

     Colors exploding, 
     bursting forth from a chiaroscuro 
     monochrome 
     Turquoise seas under cerulean skies 
     Lovemotion leaping as a spring tide 
     to embrace that sullen shore. 

     As the graceful gulls waft overhead 
     on airtides of ectasy 
     calling out into that empty void 
     voices unheard 
     save by one lonely wavelet. 
     The sea sighs longingly 
     mourning what once was 
     rejoicing in what will be. 

     That solitary wavelet 
     born of passion in the sea's mediocrity 
     builds steadily to a great crest 
     to come mightily crashing upon 
     the rocky shore 
     Only to be swept back into life's mediocrity. 

     But that one wavelet will live forever 
     Being born and reborn with each 
     breath of the sea 
     Building to its mighty crescendo 
     receding to gather strength 
     Then bursting forth again 
     to renew life's lost vigor.