A yearning...

Something inside of me is yearning. It tugs at me and pulls me towards it. It does so without reasoning or logic. It does so in joyful waves and covers my heart with fertile feelings. I watch as a tide comes in. It approaches, then washes over me, cleansing me with its touch, touching me with it's purity. As I ride atop an engulfing wave , I feel the yearning to become blissfully buoyant . Shall I float about in its presence, free of care? Shall I let go of myself and let myself go? Shall I trust the salty waters to keep me afloat amidst the depths of the unknown? Something inside of me is yearning.