The Sea In You - David Whyte

[Larry Robinson]

The Sea In You

When I lie next to you under the moon, 
I do not know who I have become unless 
I move closer to you, obeying the give and take
of the earth as it breathes the slender length
of your body, so that in breathing with the tide 
that breathes in you, and moving with you 
as you come and go, and following you, half in light 
and half in dark, I feel the first firm edge of my floating palm 
touch and then trace the pale light of your shoulder 
to the faint, moon-lit shadow of your smooth cheek, 
and drawing my finger through the pearl water of your skin,
I sense the breath on your lips touch and then warm
the finest, furthest, most unknown edge of my sense of self,
so that I come to you under the moon as if I had 
swum under the deepest arch of the ocean, 
to find you living where no one could possibly could live,
and to feel you breathing, where no one could 
possibly breathe, and I touch your skin as I would
touch a pale whispering spirit of the tides that my arms 
try to hold with the wrong kind of strength and my lips 
try to speak with the wrong kind of love and I follow
you through the ocean night listening for your breath
in my helpless calling to love you as I should, and I lie 
next to you in your sleep as I would next to the sea,
overwhelmed by the rest that arrives in me and by the weight 
that is taken from me and what, by morning, 
is left on the shore of my waking joy.

	- David Whyte
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