…is unto the sea

Those three whispered words
ever 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
2014