Words By the Ocean

Promises were made by the ocean,

where sweet and salt met

and flowed into each other.

Promises began earlier,

marked during the passage of the sun

and affirmed in the fullness of the moon.

I unbound my hair then,

allowing my curls to express themselves.

I whispered a promise to the stars,

unaware they could and would

answer back.

Smooth stones paid witness,

to the power of the elements

to change things,

and to my words.

Perhaps today I would

be able to hear them ask,

“Do you know what it is you promise?”

But of course today I would answer,

“I do.” 

Song Choice: River of Dreams by Billy Joel

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny, Take Me to the Ocean