I Will Return to You Someday

But not yet. Not until I see a different sun
rise above your sea, until I see beyond the glow
hiding among your clouds

A brilliant yellow light, filling up
its waters with a thousand flickering lights.

I would rather ride your waves at their angriest,
tossing me to and fro, from one crest to the next
instead of this: Your composure unsettling me.

Until the day you choose to stir the air
with foam, perhaps I will return.

But there is nothing to look back at
just your hard crags, unruffled by the wind,
completing the melancholy in your lips,

Black rock rising,
to touch the dark drab sky.