There but for the see

Winds shifted without warning.

Could be a deal breaker.

“You roar,” she whispered with despair.

“Only to secret your gentle murmurings from others.” He surged forward to reach her feet. Roughly beseeching.

It was rocky between them.

Observers shook their heads. Staying out of it. (Though body language told otherwise.)

Each had their favorite.

Each would have to deal with the outcome.

“It’s pound, pound, pound. Over and over. You never stop.” She eluded his grasp and climbed higher.

“It’s the job. It’s who I am. But I can change.” He detoured down the gully and met her around the bend. “I can be still. I can enjoy the sunrise. I can gaze at the horizon and dream, too.”

She wanted to crumble. Fall into his embrace and drown. Ignore the storm clouds building.

Beneath her. Said firmly and true.

Misty eyed at the thought of his final wave if he turned away now.

From his depths, he offered, “Your tears feed my soul and bring all that’s good in me to life.”

Under a vast open sky, They bargained.

Only so much able to give.

A way.

There must be a way.

Strong desires burn hot. Melting what kept them apart.

Don’t let the ship sail without hopping aboard.

Every morning now, they renew their lives together.

Her volcanic skirts flow scarlet to greet his cool blue welcome.

Playfully he leaps up softly wrapping her shoulders in the most regal of white foam.

A mountain sprite and her ocean consort.

As they say, opposites do attract and love finds a way.

Hopes and dreams born on island

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Morning .©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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