The Wind and the Water
Vast mountains and open ocean SWells,
A high tide ebbing and full moon rising, I think of you.
Sirrus clouds and vogless days,
the sunlight first touches the cresting wave,
as it watches me watching you.
The wind blows only in the right direction...offshore.
Away from land,
straight out to sea,
flowing as far as the current may take this, time will tell.
As big as the horizon on the summer solstice of a thousand galaxies.
Intense as the coldest January night alone on the tallest mountain,
I am naked yet fully dressed.
Not afraid, I leave my heart on my sleeve. But only for you.
Take it and do what you want with it.
For knowing that you have held it means more to me,
than knowing you have never touched it at all.
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