Swim with the tides

The waves rise and fall and whilst the floating driftwood reminds me of ships past long ago I float aimlessly.
The current carries me through desolate oceans until I find myself lost beyond the borders of hope.

The ocean she holds me. As we lie together, waves crashing down upon our bodies, we begin to harmonise with the tides. I gaze out upon the skies and feel the rhythm of the ocean breathing with me.

The earth is my companion on this journey. I swim alone with the tides.

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[John the Baptist]

Though no religious terms are used, I feel this is a spiritual work. There is a sense of attunement with another and with nature. Perhaps harmony is the best word.