All Along

I am lost.
A sailor without a compass.
No magnetic needle could pull me away,
From what has engulfed my soul.
Staring, waiting.
Waiting for hours for a crack in the relentless sky.
As the last cloud rolls by,
I start to cry.
A steady trickle from where lights used to be.
Cannot pull myself away,
Cannot bring myself to steal a blink.
The sea, the color of an angry sky,
A fresh bruise, singing of remorse
Has captivated me.
All I can do is stare, wait.
I can watch the sea welcome me,
But withdraw as soon as I come near.
Call out to me sea!
You perilous force!
Come to me, come to me,
Make me stop to stare
And speak in my ear, a sacred whisper,
That you might love me.
I bring myself back.
The sea is gone.
And I find
I’ve been staring into your eyes…
All Along.