Toward the Sea

The eggs in the sand, lining the shore,
Luminescent orbs, alien in the soft moonlight,
Signal the beginning of life with purpose.

Blindly the newborn beaks press against the shells;
Life emerges in unison, choreographed by the stars,
And faces the sound of the unseen ocean of destiny.

Alone in the universe, each blind turtle struggles;
Escaping the eggshell prison, silently padding ahead,
The silver ocean beckoning, like beacon and siren of souls.

And so all souls heed their essence
And turn towards their unseen seas.

But I am turned around this night, the moonlight shining
On a grove of trees, leaves shimmering in an unseen wind;
And, blindly, I make my way though the branches creak and tease.

The road beyond that greets me is darker than my silver sea;
And though in my blood runs the need of the stars for union with you,
I plunge down the black road, my solace the dance of moonlit shadows.