Undercurrent

Perhaps, I will never know What it should have meant to me- When you appeared From a turbulent sea, Remote and beautiful, Dissolved in the undercurrent, With only moonlight to probe my thoughts. In the end, Will I deny, Or more sadly- Forget... How the water glistened on my skin Or how it moistened my lips? Will I wait for the crashing of the waves, With my feelings for you Scattered along the shoreline? What was I thinking, With my arms flailing and sinking Into fear; Coming to face to face with the truth Of myself? Did I accept the consequences, Or have I seen those eyes before? The August wind could not Bring you to me. The full moon did not Stop my heart from breaking. So it is again, Without a sound from the waves, Without your face to hold. Waiting for sunlight to appear, And radiate the space Of what I should feel. In the light of day Will you look for me? Will you come to me again, So I can rise above the sea And tell you... How sorry I am.