There's something about this poem Mr. Larry and I'm not sure what it is, but the last line "dreading the moment when I rejoin you," I am not sure why would you dread that moment.

First, I'm confused as I am not sure exactly who the narrator is. When I first read the poem I thought it was coming from the point of view of you...but then I read it again and I thought it may be from a hurricane as strange as that may sound. ( Though that second option is eliminated because it doesn't make sense)

Over all, in imagery wise, I was taken into the pacific: the waves, the sand, the creatures, the beach, the hotel, the cabana, your love.

But I feel there's more to this poem than what i see on the surface specially due to your response on the main forum:

"I see waves as the personification of a universal force against which man must contest for his place in the sun.
There are waves of the sea, waves of obstacles, waves of social interaction, waves as with the energy wearing us to nubs, waves as the standing electron wave that belies solidity (when in reality the electron "shell" is empty space)."

Really interesting, a poem I will be coming back to read.