poem for the sea

I stand at your edge
wondering if you will invite me in
There is magic in the way the sun glistens on your face

I am awestruck
you are at once
cold and warm
creator and destroyer
I know that, venturing out, you may prove me
or break me
Still, i crave the adventure
and the healing of floating with you toward the horizon

You are beyond my control - a microcosm of Life
Seldom coaxed, never conquered
I cannot call you to me
but my spirit swells
as i stand and wait
for the tide.