Ocean of One

Last nightI found you in a dreamsitting,waiting,melancholy and hopelessby the rocky shoreline.I asked what was happening.You answered,“I’m waiting for the wavesto come get me.”I stood staring at the wave-lessvastnessknowing that the oceandoesn’t grab.You have to be one with it.“Darling, life doesn’t work that way.You have to becomethe water, waves, sand,the sun, the moon, and the breaththat holds it together.”I reached my hand down to you.You grabbed it. You held me.Together we meltedinto the water….and webecameonewithAll.