As a silent warmth begins to radiate
from her sweet, vibrant skin to my rugged one,
we both gasped for a shred of air before
diving headfirst into the unknown sea of love…
And then beneath the moaning waters, crowned
with white and foamy crowns, we morph into
the waves and the shore, in random turns,
till a violent surge wears our passion for a while…
No matter how far I may go, her face
would never let me have a moment’s peace
and solitude. I have tried (though in vain)
to put a mountain in between myself
and her memories, only to realize
that her face can penetrate any breadth of stone.
I have tried refilling a sea as well,
to be far away on the other side
of her memories, only to realize
that no distance is too great for her face to haunt.
I have tried living on the clouds, so high
and so far removed from the world of realities
but there too her face has been persistent,
rendering me unable to love another soul.
Like fallen leaves we fall to the ground,
dreaming of rain to flood the forest floor,
when the trenches there both deep and sublime
will burst to life with water flowing down…
Then for one last time we may look up at the sky
and marvel at the brightness of the azure stretch
as the rivers of our life shall embrace at last
the endless ocean of death once and forever.