As The Sea Is
I will not be a fair-weather friend to you
I want to see as you are,
however you are
roaring at the winds that scream at you
rolling beneath violent skies
that rage onto your blameless body
your hands cracking themselves against the wall
raking the stones back and forth
your tears spilling onto my coat.
I will love you under blue skies
I will stay with you beneath clouds,
I will visit in the night and in the storm.
I will not send pictures to my family
that tell them your sunny days are the correct ones,
hot and cold you will have my passionate attention
while I sit on the bench to listen
to your roars, your wails, your gentle purrs
however you are, you are.