I may be in a trance;
wind cuts down from the north,
sea rolls in driven waves,
the tide ebbing south.
Dark grey sky above,
hints of blue and gold
where the rising sun
lights behind the clouds.
I wandered in my dreams
between worlds not understood
yet this morning the beauty
of your presence
brings me to my knees.
Society but a skin
I shed in silence,
quiet is my solace,
the sea my embrace.
I never cared for pretense,
what I was supposed to love
and be devoted;
good works only go so far,
the honorable drivers
of an unrelenting wheel.
The mask falls away
in the presence of the Earth;
at last I am a creature
I can understand.
At home in my skin
nothing is foreign.
A plane cracks overhead
but I remain empty
gazing on the sea,
wind driven once more,
carried by the tide.
