The current is pulling me elsewhere darling.
Oh, but how happy was I to touch against your shore again.
More than you know perhaps.
So familiar, my kindred. Did you feel it?
That rush through veins like rapids.
That storm of pulse at heart-center.
They call it love, you know.
I do, at least.
And always will……..even as the tide calls.
Words: ©2014, Jen Payne
ImageL In the Waves, Paul Gaugin