The Answer

Her green eyes searched the moving tides,
For answers to long lost questions.
The sand seeping between her robot commanded feet.
The gentle but demanding wind blew
her hair across her solemn, lonely face.
A seagull pierces the silence diving down into the ocean spray.
She sets her hand down upon the sand,
writing a small useless word, help.
As almost in a daze she erases it quickly not sure why
she curate the word.
Her life means nothing to her, but she lives for another.
Brushing her hair aside she steps to the waters edge,
Right there she finally found all her answers.
Turning around to find the warmth,
and love in his eyes and smile.
He holds her tight and whispers ever so softly,
I love you.
She remembers how loved she is by him,
and lets her problems soar to the clouds.