Portland, Maine
Here comes
The wave again...
Rising up,
Washing over,
Pulling under - way
Deep down into the
Darkest space
Between -
Coolest water
Of waking
Dreams.
Her face
On the faces
Of his rolling tide,
Haunted by the moon
And its waning size,
A symbol of Love’s
Ethereal cycle...
Nothing
Lasts forever -
The more beautiful,
The more fragile - and
The waves carry the
Pieces dutifully
Out to sea...
Can you see?
Do you see me
In the deepest of
Water?
A little deeper...
A little farther...
Drowning
In you.
JD