She walked the cliffs
High above the sea.
The path covered in the verdant green of summer
Dotted with gorse and heather
Ancient stones alluding to another life
She inhaled the salty air
Letting it fill her lungs
And let the sound of waves against rock
Fill her ears.
The smells and sounds
Affecting her like no other.
She sat and surveyed the infinite expanse of blue-green in front of her
Watching as the white tipped waves raced toward the shore.
He was in her mind as she sat there
At what felt like the top of the world
Feet dangling over the side
Silent in all but thought
Watching the surf dance and froth.
She wished he was there
To join her in this quiet veneration
Of the sea.
She longed to sit close to him
Thigh to thigh
Her head upon his shoulder
His arm pulling her close
Into his side.
Absorbing the light, the sounds, the smells
For with this kinship that they feel
With the sea
Words are not needed
When souls speak.
Photographs taken by sirensong1208
**This is meant to be a companion piece to my most recently re blogged “I will see you”…