I once knew a man
who was unique and beautiful in ways that surpassed any physicality.
Within him he carried a fire
fueled by passion.
His soft eyes held him like a dam,
one that restrained the strongest current,
of any tide,
brought by the deepest ocean.
He, himself, was much like an ocean.
His soul was vast,
It reached farther than the eye could see,
and was so deep that only the ocean could tell what secrets lay on its floor.
One could swim through the vastness of the ocean,
for the whole of his life
and never have seen all of its wonders.
There was so much beauty,
not even the finest poet,
in all the world,
could have adequately described all of his traits.
And like the ocean,
the journey,
No matter how long,
was always unfinished.
Yet, no one walks away unsatisfied.
He who ventures,
leaves the shore of any beach feeling nothing less than contentment,
and more whole for having seen just a glimpse of its polychromatic scene.
He brought all of this to my life and I am eternally grateful to have known him.
I have seen the ocean,
and to remember it is to recollect a man I once knew.
Today, I continue my journey,
And in all of my travels,
I know this.
His beauty and uniqueness is like the tide of an ocean;
always there,
always unique,
always beautiful,
and strengthened by the passion gained from its vast journey,
to touch those,
standing on the beach.

07/05/2009

Posted on 07/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer