Poetic Bloomings - Besetting Waves

July 19th:  waves are the rolling movement of the water. In waves there is rhythm and power. You feel it in its push and hear it in the rumble. Your waves might be personal; changes or upheavals in your life. They could be sports related (You make me stand up and flail my arms in the air one more time…) 

Meant to be a Ghazal but I think I misunderstood the form directions, anyway...

My soul longs to know you, yet distant you seem,

near enough to sense, but untouchable, a dream.

I always look up when I think of you, to the Milky Way -

as though I think you reside on a star, it would seem.

They tell me you live in my heart, an odd thought to me.

Which chamber is your home? Do you ride vena cava’s stream?

Ancient of Days, speak to me, though you have no mouth -

is that why you became flesh? Truth, straight as a laser beam.

Why should you love this unlovely race? Why should you love me?

I’m treading water as waves of doubt, belief assail me, ever it seems.