lake-ly

How could I ever remove myself
From the ebb and flow
The rolling, cresting, and
                      Receding?
The charging, racing foam
The craggy, ragged
Lines of shore --
Which seem to
Change -- just when
They begin to offer
Comfort.
Teaching me "trust"
Means different things
Depending on the context.
I so feel the tug
Of your siren song,
And with or without your
Conscious will or knowledge
The necessity
You've become.
Ceaselessly.
Sometimes only a whisper,
and others a deafening roar.
Your presence
                       (Your absence)
--Both undeniable.
Slipping/sliding/curling.
Frothing/foaming/spilling/
Swirling/coming/
Going...