How wholesome, it was said We did meet by river bed Rock pools swirling Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures A saltwater one, like me. Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
May I entreat thee A painstakingly slow Reveal If you're not sold On its worth Grow weary before Ribbon falls To the ground Blink as lid lifts Lay it aside Open wide Tease of tissue paper Crinkles as the nose In anticipation No waiting game Moments of reckoning One still standing, poised Wing span of heart's Butterflies The best things take time
Altitude enlivens Yet fear of falling Thin air breathlessness Is what I'm feeling Upon a happenstance Of sauntering past All the minutiae Of words, stories Desires burning Within you Shared with my ears But once in time Rose in my core So now I explore The great mountain Of remembering What we were
Count the stars of heaven 