Each tidal wave
becomes a task to make
a dry mask to fake
my way around you
(for your sake).
But,
just as the ocean throes
start to leave me cold,
pulled to sea alone,
with no way home,
daybreak cracks
and light comes back.
A sigh of relief,
of release,
as the glow, the heat,
drives away the crushing deep.
Still…
I need a sign, a dream,
something to see,
to make me believe,
this was meant for me.