In the waters of the ocean
I see her cry softly,
unto the sky it beholds her.
Softly, gently weeping in the mist,
I miss her so.
The waves stir in tranquil domestication
with footsteps imprinting
themselves in the cold sand.
High above, the full moon lights up the land,
and the stars twinkle in a harmonious beat.
She brings me softly to her feet.
Can't see her, can't smell her,
but her soul is in me.
copyright © Karen Elizabeth Waters 2011