Her sun-worshippers long gone, abandoning Her as the warmth of summer left making the days cold and desolate...
Builders, having constructed their dreams within Her shifting sands…
now returned to their classrooms…
Lovers, having gone their separate ways after making promises to meet again when summer returned…
The gulls, so active during the short season…
now gone in search of a more bountiful harvest.
Leaving only the Keeper of the Harbor - the Guardian of the Shore...
to look after the Sea…
He stands…cold and alone…seeing Her in a different light than those who see only Her summer-time joy as
they seem to pass over Her beauty…
Differently than those who feel but the warmth of Her surface, while passing over the depths of Her soul…
He stands facing the tempest of an autumn storm…
Feeling the biting cold of Her loneliness as She lashes out at the confines of Her reality…as She struggles to
He sees Her troubled, turbulent waters as She wakes from the comforting calm provided by night’s shroud of darkness…
Only to face but another day of restless searching...
for a Keeper to understand Her soul...
He treads gently upon Her shores, as though in a sacred temple, feeling Her strength as he walks, sensing Her cries for one who understands Her…soothing her suffering with his presence...
He falls to his knees…absorbs her pain...shares Her suffering…immerses himself within Her sorrow…
then joins in Her confusion as they both seek the same silent peace…
Quietly...solemnly...in an eerie, compassionate moment, they celebrate their freedom…
Before She returns to her solitary essence…
He rising with Her upon the strength of Her tide - immersed within Her reality - becoming one with the power of the Sea.
He pours himself upon Her surface…casts himself into Her depths…walks blindly towards Her
outstretched welcoming arms…
He buries himself within the deep, dark, comforting confines of her waters…
Where the Two become one, beneath Her surface…within Her soul…united together…
Forever…within the comfort of Her depths…finding peace within Her turmoil…enclosed within the safety of Her endless soul…
No longer tortured by the desperate taunting of the consuming storm…
Never again distracted by the seasonal squatters who occupy Her shores…
Forever at rest…the Keeper and his Sea...
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