The Rocking Ocean

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
and when they met,
out of the waves so gently laid
upon the pebbled beach,
I came into this Life,
and so it is:
the Rock becomes a thousand pebbles
and the Ocean takes,
takes back
what at first Love was Hers:
an everlasting, Soul consuming,
deeply moving wave embracing Time,
and all of us.

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
the beach their gentle playing ground,
the waves their tune,
the tide their song,
the stars at night the scene
for what at morning light
became a memory for years to come
and all of this is given
and all of this is seen
by those who with a silent song
sing to the everlasting rocks
and dance to the embrace of Time,
the whispering wave of Love.

My father was a Rock,
my mother she was Ocean,
and when they met,
out of the waves so gently laid
upon the pebbled beach,
I came into this Life,

and when my Time has come
remember then the waves
remember then this Rock
and how I called the Ocean
to take back what was Hers.