The sun whispers ever so softly to the sea
Why do you never move or dance with me?
The sea roars, with barely concealed dignity
I listen only to the clear sweet tune
of the glowing silvery moon
It is the only music I can hear, I fear
Oh, but I long to be free
To listen to only me
What if I disguised myself in fog and haze
then would you sway and glide my way?
No, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t
The sea replied indignantly
I truly want to be free, to belong only to me
The sea reflected longingly at the grey sky above
And wondered why, why the sun, the moon and the sky were free
Each free, to do and to be as they pleased, what was this thing they called love?
Finally, the sea roared again, ever so brazenly
I need to be free, to flow effortlessly
To be liberated like the sun, the sky and the moon
I need to be free, to be me
Free to sparkle, sing and dance to my own sweet melody
And, just like those above, I shall listen to my own sweet songs of love
Featured Image- Cleveland Beach, Nova Scotia, Canada, 25 Dec 2015
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