Come to the Sea

 OctPoWriMo day 9 prompt: Today I'm suggesting you think about the elements, how they affect you and about the duality and contrast in them.

We always come back; something ‘bout the roar

-ing sea draws us, metallic green-blue-gray

Though its ebb-rolling tug-of-shore-to-shore

Cannot return Past or wash it away

How pleasant is its sun and sandy fringe

That stays the deep; we come to dream and sigh

Out to the line where heaven is a hinge

Touching horizon holding up the sky

The sea steals and seals; still, it gives us more

Constant the lure toward its song, wild, free

As if it were an old-time troubadour

And we the lucky listeners at its knee

Come to the sea; leave all your cares behind

For cares can wait until another day

Come, listen to it glisten, silver-lined

Atonement washes worry far way

© Janet Martin