Waves by Dina Al-Awadhi

the salty sea air

so cold, so sharp

the waves are calling

the waves are calling 

boat beating through the briny foamed waters

wind whipping the sails to and fro

the waves are calling

the waves are calling

hidden amongst the crashing sea green surfs

is a rare gem, shimmering, a marvel

the waves are calling

the waves are calling

and there she is,

beautiful dark creature

smooth silver skin, shining black eyes, waving hair scattered with seashells

she is calling

she is calling

at the edge of the boat watching me

she wants me, she needs me

no            I want her, I need her

her smile is calling

her smile is calling

I take her steady hand,

we plunge into the waves

but too late does she remember

that man cannot breathe underwater

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