My Wake

Rising and falling with the
turning tides her
heart crashes into
shore to sigh. The snow white
foam gathering to hide those sands left
unsure of the lie.

Bright moon,
draw near; bring her
waves high, as to
cover the dunes upon the bar.
Gulls beyond the sound
let lose a cry to tell a tale of a
boat skimming
la mar.

"A boat" they shout "Has left the buoys
stirred." Ripples battling sapphire
serenity, all
uncertainty runs dry. The churning
devious motors purred turning her a
romantic onyx as the sky.

And the vessel will
steer away, leaving the ocean
longing and baffled;
"Why?" It has left a
wake upon her since that day, now
cautious to beacon sailors;
to try.

** Carousel Picture Acknowledgements: Illustrated by Samantha Lowe