THE OCEAN

The waves fall in with a crushing break, then they roll and reach for the grainy sands.

Stretching, pulling, long foamy fingers trying to find the edge.

This is love, the way need, desire, and passion fill the soul.

The ebb and flow, the push and pull, the strength of the tide. Never empty, never full.

But at times spilling over; bubbling, flooding.

The ability to not only create, but also to destroy.

Powerful and vibrant.

Have you been touched by love? Touched by the ocean.

TK Stacy

I wrote this poem today. My husband and I were running an errand, and I was thinking of the beach, of the ocean. Then I was thinking of Valentine’s Day, of my husband, how much I love him. He pulled into the parking lot of the Harbor Freight, and in the amount of time he was inside grabbing a couple tools for work, I spilled this poem into my journal. That’s how writing comes to me. Fast, and in flash floods. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy Valentine’s Day my friends! xoxo