Ocean love (sonnet)

• Amber Shotwell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

I sit on the shore watching the seagulls/The hair on my face, the salt in the air/A fish on a hook struggles as it pulls/As the wind seems to ask me why I am there./The tide comes up and washes the soft sand/I reach for a gray, smooth stone in the sea/The moment the rock drops, I feel his hand/He had come back; he had returned to me./Joy seeps through my veins, feeling like before/Memories run through my head like a film/Without him I was lost, my heart was torn/But now I'm back in my own world, my Realm./My sweet sanctuary, my ocean love.