Bay 6

She is quiet, once more;
Still as the Silence
in a Holy prayer chapel.


I long to touch her
and make movements in her calm.
My wish to not disrupt,
but to Dance with her
in Peace.


It is Peace that she desires
Is it peace that she possesses?
Or Numb discontent
in the confinements of 
Her vision?


She can be unloosed
with the Slightest
Blow of Wind.


Her energy, Her Beauty
Overwhelming me with desire
to enter her waters
and Swim with her as one;
letting her Waters surround me,
Vulnerable and strong.


She is temperamental;
lapping man's intruders
with Waves of tears
anger, lament or Joy
even Laughter at his gall.
And I never know 
what I'll find when near her.


Why do we fear the essence
and power of one
that we so love
and desire?


She calls to me
and wants me to be a part of her.
I feel it from her when
I ride easy above her body.
I feel it when I'm inside of her.
And whenever she calls out to me,
I will always come near.
Lingering above her,
I see her swell and arch
in Anticipation of the change
in her tides.
Moving us in, yet, 
Another new Direction.
My Bay ...


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