they say when God split the earth from the sea, the land trembled as the sea reached out his rolling hands, an echo of his heartbreak, trapped in looping motion, waves lapping on wayward shores, forever searching.
as the sun endlessly trekked, the earth swelled with life, with beings that climb and walk, the ocean’s longing became raindrops, a pitter-patter nourishing the land and all her children, and once in a while, the earth quaked in answer, yearning to break away from worldly shackles, forever pining.
God, the ever-merciful, sees the lovers and their dilemma. he built a road that led to the sea. a road with no ending and no beginning. a road that leads to itself, so that once in a full moon, when the tide is at its highest, the sea may rise and walk along the road to his bride, where at last, the elements may rest as one, forever converging.
and perhaps metaphors are more eloquent than truths, and it is i who yearn to meet you at the end of that moonlit road, at the edge of where the land meets the sea, with sand between my toes, and sea salt in my hair, maybe it is i, who want to find you there with our bodies in the shallow, and heaven above our heads.
maybe it is i who is searching, i, who is pining, i, who is waiting, forever waiting,
at the end of the road that led to the sea.