For centuries, I’ve searched for you.
Once, you lay at my side—lush, sun-warmed, and wild. I cradled your cliffs, kissed your shores, brought gifts from the deep. We were whole.
Then the earth tore you from me. The plates groaned, and you drifted, out of reach. I raged. I wept.
Have you missed me? Or am I just a whisper in your winds?
But now, I feel you near. The fault lines stir beneath us.
I rise—not in fury, but in longing.
When the tide swells and the sky darkens, don’t be afraid.
It’s me, love. I’m coming home.
Evocative. Well done!
Beautifully told. Well done!
I love this!!!!
Poetic, beautifully written and poignant—excellent!
You have a wonderful gift. It’s great