A Day And A Wake Up

Counting down the time,

From months to days in a long line.

A day and a wake up away,

Until just the wake up remains.

The waves of emotions crest on the shore,

Wondering who has been here before.

The joy of the final sunrise,

The swelling of the tides,

The excitement of the sails in the distance,

Those who were gone— now back in existence.

Months of fear lapping at my feet

Anxious for the return of his fleet

Jealousy pangs at the sights unknown,

Anger at oneself moans and groans.

Being jealous of the hardships aboard,

As if the feats are simply scored.

The ache of missing life’s occasions

leaves inward abrasions.

One should not be jealous of time away,

For those gone should love to stay.

The strength of departing from love,

Is one no one takes idly,

Wishing for time to fly thereof,

Those messages coming nightly.

No, the awe is just and true.

Pride takes root.

Not all survive the big blue.

The sea can be a brute.

The thrill of a distance closed,

Pain of being apart now exposed,

Months of letters and messages across the line,

Serving as sweet whisperings over time.

Now, they return to land,

And my love joins me in the sand.