Drowning Sea

 Walking with you~

hand in hand~

the waves of~

the mighty sea~

fear and wane~

Only to touch~

your bare-feet~

again and again.

They also clear~

from the soaked sand~

your foot-prints~

recede back and mix~

into the saline sea~

to sanitize.

The Sun gets~

on its knees~

to beg of you~

And I stake pride~

in the fact that~

I get to walk hand in hand.

You raise your arm~

to order the winds~

and white robe~

you are wearing~

starts to flutter.

And I start seeing the moon~

much before~

the Sun is set~

on a GREAT DAY...