Waves

She dozed on the wooden balcony, periodically peaking through the glass enclosure into the pitch black night. Suddenly, the crashing waves seemed to roar as a white eagle soared from atop the glistening surface of the water, streaking upward toward the jeweled sky; higher and higher into the still of the deep.

Her thoughts broke through the deafening sea and were hers again, awakened from the reverie: a mix of present and future; her ideas and those of the Universe.

She lay her crown back onto the headrest, heart slowly resuming to resting state. She softly caressed herself, tightening her knees to her chest for added warmth.

Her fatigue had begun to interrupt her contemplations and she realize it was time to give it a rest and resume her pondering for another time. The bedroom called…

Rising up from her seat, the ship betraying her stance. She quickly regained her footing with a deep, lingering breath. She missed the night air already, sensing that God himself was in its midst.

Psalm 139:1-2: You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.