Poem | The sea and the mountain

If I were the sea

and

you

set the rocks of your mountain to me

 

I would follow that call from afar,

and drift

…

back to you

 

surround you

floatingly

 

In sunlitten gluts:

warm you

flatter you

crown you

 

with

my spindrift

throw my waves against you,

break them

 

– and me –

towards your rocks

 

send them

again

and: once more

 

Struggling, drowning with your sturdiness

devouring the storm in my waters

carry away

the wishful, the hopeful, the dreamers thinkers.

And carr(y) ´em back home

 

abrading

piece by piece

being you, being me

shaped, sculptured, crushed

re-build out of the waves of

it, me, you.

 

Edged Stone against water.

Water breaking against

and again

stone.

 

breaking itself.

 

Til you become soft

gentle

lose.

 

Lose

yourself

 

with the wave

of my arms beneath the breakers.

 

I

I

am there.

far beyond the end of the tides.