I Would Sing My Song

It took me several years to realize, our love so profound,

that my heart would always crave the sea,

To her, I would always be bound,

without the oceanic, I can never be.

That my heart would never be constant,

It would mould with every gush of emotion,

Just like the sea is discontent,

with frothing waves always in motion.

It carves the shore, in a similar way,

with every gush of high tide,

Just like sand dunes remold night and day,

Or the many-hued flutter of a butterfly's pride.

I would long for wavelets to caress my feet,

to lie at ease on a sun-kissed beach,

My heart would never cease to beat,

in rhythm, where the tall waves reach.

Broken shells on its side are proof,

that it can be ruthless in its ferocity,

and then there are times it lies aloof,

nesting a rosy sunset, in its generosity

I too realize, I will never be constant,

not finding solace in a song, a company or wine,

that I can swing in an instant,

Like these blue ripples divine.

That I would always be a wanderer

humming in contentment, even in solitude,

Just like cool waves in a sunny blur,

I would sing my song with fortitude.