That Gent, Mine Own Prince of The Seash're

By Zainab Shahid

Like an ever so slight shifting wave,

a ripple midstream, an undulation,

he had come floating adrift to my waters. 

But at the long-awaited end of it all, 

like a stone dislodged midstream

by the fated winds, 

he roved,

pulling away from the deep 

where I had been intent on him to stay. 

The seasons changed with him gone 

yet again,

my crystal waves meandered 

as the dunes of the scorching desert,

and I had never known better

that he had been my heart-tide all along.

By Zainab Shahid