Random Poem

I wrote this one day after going to the beach.  The wind was literally whipping my hair around, and as I looked out at the ocean, I felt this poem take shape.  I didn't write until that night.

I am standing atop the cliffs,

The wind is whipping at my hair,
And I am at peace.
I stare out at the endless sea, wondering where does it end, where does it begin. 
Although the wind is biting, I feel warm and invigorated.
In the back of my mind I am thinking of a love.
A love that has yet to begin, or to be found.

He is on my mind,
The one before.
And though he is present in my head
He isn’t in my heart.
He drifts in and out like the ocean.
Ebbing and flowing like a tide,
Never staying in one spot for long.

The warm sunshine caresses my face,
Coating it in luxurious warmth.
I smile, and close my eyes.

I imagine a boat sailing to sea,
Never knowing if it may return.
Will it make it home, will the seafarers see home again?
I wonder in random thought.

This poem is random,
Inspired by a song.

-July 22, 2010 8:58 PM