Soft lapping water
Comes to you gently
Then leaves the way it came
Unlike the wind
That rushes in
To close the hole you made
Soft lapping water
Is breathing in and out
A hushed repeating phrase
Unlike the wind
That rushes in
To take your breath away
Soft lapping water
Invites your languid gaze
To smooth both heart and stone
Unlike the wind
That rushes in
To shiver soul and bone
I’ll seek the shoreline
Of my passing days
As softly as a wave
And let the wind
Rush to the end
To gather up my days