Longing

How we long for the ocean
Sweet salty kisses on our toes
We can feel the tide
Gentle
Lapping
We could stay there forever
Dreaming
Sleeping
It is good to long for something
Even if it is outside our reach
Perhaps we will greet the shore again
Perhaps we won't
But at least we have the memory
The wind rustles our hair
Smells delicious
Like cinnamon
We trail along the tide line
Running
Skipping
Playing
It is good to be free
To have a longing
Is to have the sweetest pearl of thought
We savour every breath
Hope for more
Content for what we have
Our feet get wet
It feels good to feel the ocean
This longing keeps us alive
Far removed from sleep and dreams.