The ocean through an opened window
Frontier between all that's known
of here
and sleep
riding out the waves as they come

A gull cries in passing

Waves sating themselves
in the womb of the earth
kissing the neck of Bride's Brook
Her seaweed streaming hair
in wind of tides
The moon's pull to release
coaxing spent and tender moans--

the farthest reach of sighs

I contain her thoughts
Her secrets
Her sorrow
I harbor her sadness
Her loneliness
Her quarrels
I’m not just a poem
I am her refuge ... I am her hope ...

The sun and the moon meets;
the water and stream flows deep;
Like this feeling inside my heart that fleets;
Burning, my heart starts to reap;

And just like the eclipse;
people all stare with awe;
not knowing that time slowly slips;
by and by we cherish this last straw.

But even when no one can remember,
how we fought and grieved;
this love will never falter;
for it will always know how to forgive.

I pine for,
     crescent moons
     and star-peppered skies.

I notice and hear,
     swaying silhouettes
     and whistling night breezes.

I anticipate,
     the expiring hours
     and dew-scented earth.

I only exist in,
     extended silences
     and shattered lenses.

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