…is unto the sea

Those three
whispered words
even etched
into the soul
never promised
always
at the whim
of the wind

like lightning
in the mist
or falling ribbons
of silk at play
with light
and shadow

tracks
in the snow
fading
out of sight
or spring blossoms
lazily drifting
on the breeze

yet still
I offer up my heart
and know
that in time
it shall reveal
that you my love
are to me
just as the shore
is unto the sea

© Ann Bagnall