She breaks upon his gentle shores of stardust sand no longer unseen. She washes over him in waves, dancing in his memory like a lost past found had only another turn been taken. He sees her pain like a living thing, branches reaching back, roots held deep within her, part of her now. To cut them, to prune the leaves of her discontent would be to change her tides, alter her currents and it isn’t what he seeks.
She washes clean his past unseen, her undertow setting him on fire burning all his doubts away. The warrior within him stands watch once again strong in her eddies and tide pools of emotion.
He sets her free in a way no other has, free to be the waves, the torrent, the settled calm and nourishment of liquid life in the final and permanent knowledge that he fully sees her and requires nothing of her than to flow in her natural state.
© Tracy Seiden
Excerpt from the book “Stardust and Fire
– Tales of a Hopeful Romantic”
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