Her -
a jewel among stones 
on the sea’s shore -
where waves toss about
and winds wend their way
as they will.

Seeing her sparkle
from her many facets
marvelous memories come to me
of the wondrous winds
of purest pleasures from the past.

Engaged by her glint
I pause and ponder if to proceed
toward that tempting target
where waves and wind 
would do me in.

Echoes of winds from old
reverberate restlessly within
telling tales of those things
which once were.

Echoes of winds from old
which might again buffet me about
from purest pleasures – so seemingly brief -
to terrible torments – so seemingly eternal.

I pondering winds and waves. 
I ponder her – a precious gem -
that controls the winds and waves
that flow between us.