The moon lit a path towards the shore,
as though pointing the finger of guilt at me.
I loved him - nothing less and nothing more;
I was
helpless in the plan of what was meant to be.

The jagged hooks and claws of raging rocks
sent anger, hatred crashing down on me
as I strode on, oblivious, unseeing, on
my solitary journey of atonement to the sea.

Wavelets taunting, mocking, teased my toes
my knees, my fingertips and called me to be free.
The ocean drew me deeper, closer to its heart;
I was
helpless in the plan of what was meant to be.