The Man by the Sea

Clouds are painted in the skies
Above this canvas surrounding us—the seas
Your back facing me
From where I stood, I could see your soul so free
A smile curved in your once blank face
You're looking at a pile of blocks—a cowrie shell stuck in the middle of these
You must be thinking, love did this
Love once killed the freedom that we've lost for years

Maybe it was the sun—but no,
It was the clouds; the heat was weak
In a place where all the mornings, all the afternoons and all the nights blow the same breeze
You are the light of ease
You are the star so bright and full of bliss
Amidst the tropical storm, hurricane or any event of another earth drift
You—with all your hidden songs of heartache will come back here in this shore
On a Sunday morning and once again listen
To the song of the seas
Whispering an old tune of sea breeze
And again will utter another prayer for a love
That, at last, knew what it meant to be free

You will always remind me of the sea
Of the island, of the peace and the calm
Man by the sea , you will travel different waters
And soon, like everything in this world, will slowly drift away

But your existence in me will stay