for gail a miracle

what matters is that we have reached the shore
and seen the waves that break upon the sand
the miracle of sea that touches land
and then goes back and touches it once more
it is enough to find that i adore
the sight of you the touch of your soft hand
this is a thing that i could not demand
all i desire and then a gift of more
what i can say is said by better men
no doubt of that but still the words must come
and i must say them here and set them free
there is so much that just escapes the pen
i want to speak but feel i am struck dumb
just overwhelmed by what seems a vast sea