Run to the Sea

Run to the Sea

Run to the sea!
It beckons, beguiles.
Pulling my body
To stay for a while.

Rhythmic pulsations
Twist and swerve.
Melting the pain
Of my knotted nerve.

Run to the sea!
It beckons, beguiles.
Pulling my tears
And placing a smile.

Rhythmic pulsations
Crest and swell.
Melting the pain
My memory knows well.

Run to the sea!
It beckons, beguiles.
Pulling the mask
That hinders my style.

Rhythmic pulsations
Hypnotize me.
Melting my chains
To set my soul free.

©Lynnette Schuepbach, June 18, 1993