Impressions

to think of you by the shore with the
waves gently rolling,
one after another, under the endless night sky
is a Da Vinci in my mind:
a work of art, or a brilliant invention
that pleases body, mind and soul.  
Can you hear the waves in your sleep?  
they want you.  
And I don't blame them.
I want you , too.  We are, both of us,
trying to reach for you.  
Trying to move the sands to
touch your skin, or
feel once again,
the impressions of your tender feet
as you walk through us.  
The waves, and I,
we share this love of you,
and will always try to move
the earth to reach you.