Discovering myself upon a deserted beach I walk, cold and lacking hope.
In the distance just in view, a figure resting on the sand.
Looking out to sea across the dark and restless current,
He seems to be searching for something unseen.
Curiosity leads me by the hand and nervously I make my way towards him.
Gettin closer my eyes take in the beauty of strength in his face yet delicate and troubled he looks.
My legs carry me on or is it my heart for I hear its beat, a driving rhythm.
Close now I notice his feet covered slightly by the soft, cool sand.
Warm gentle breezes move his hair then mine.
My breathe begins to shorten in awe of the attraction taking hold of me.
Yet still he stares on and on not noticing me.
With a deep breath I stand at his feet...still no response.
Such depth wells in his eyes, deeper than the ocean, I am brought to my knees.
Quivering hands defy my instincts and reach out to touch.
My heart cries out "I know this man I have known him for all time.
He is the one my hopes and dreams are made of,
The one who knows how to love, how to care,
How to make me feel the way I always desired to feel.
A man whom I can give all the love I have to give and he will not abuse it.
He will honour and respect me, be patient, considerate and responsive.
To no-one else could I ever offer my complete Love
I would cherish him with all I have if only he would notice me."
A ships horn in the distance breaks through the silent night.
Immediately his head turns towards the low bellow afar off,
Eyes searching over the horizon framed crafts, silouetted by the fading sun.
"Maybe now he will see me" my heart cries out.
He turns his head slowly back to where it once was.
Again his eyes lost to somewhere I cannot be.
Within my heart is crushed into a million shards.
What was cool, soft sand beneath my feet becomes liquid drawing me down.
Silent and submissive I allow it to consume me.
What need is there to fight if the closest I can be is here...
forever at my loves feet.
Author notes
Not especially neat but oh well it suited at the time for expressive purposes 
Written August 23rd 2007
edited 8th Sept -
A contest entry
- and love... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended September 13, 2008, 14 entries
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Emotive indeed. I think of this piece more in the spiritual light, yes.
My mother, once an Athiest saw Christ face to face. Immediate conversion took place. Your piece gives a glimpse for me of the passion of love felt within when true love presents itself. Nicely expressed,
~Mary O
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thanks Mary and although when i wrote this peice it was about a man when I read it back to myself I realised just how much the Spirit had moved me towards Him. So much of my poetry does this I have learned that possibly I need to make sure I am careful who my first love is
What an amazing experience to be able to share about your mum! God is so good
I also am glad to have the opportunity to ask your forgiveness concerning my behaviour towards your faith and practices during previous discussions elsewhere. As much as I try I am not yet anywhere near grown in Christ and sometimes go full throttle without full concideration. Our love for Christ should come first.
God bless you x
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Humm..what a depth you have poured into your poetry..amaziong indeed......well done..and thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece...
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Thankyou for your generous coment
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