With compass and map in hand - I asked
Would I be capable of such adventure?
To bathe that much deeper with you
Into those unexplored places
The risk and virtue
Of these unknown waters

I feel,
That much closer within this nature,
There,
Locked, rooted, favoured to no longer swim alone.
Tided by ourselves, with each other
I am fashioned, drawn in paint brush
To the peaks of desire,

And yet,
You still remain as a beacon of hope.
We traverse this life together
Transcend the trials, the tribulations
That are always set against us
Plunging deeper into the lake
To cleanse my spirit; weaving with yours

Finally we begin to dance here,
You and I
The sirens remain our long lost callers,
Where I decide once again
To wash myself
In your ancient waters

No matter how many roads I must tread
I would end up right back where I started
Winding through moments or memories
By longing or creative design,
I find myself here,
In your divine tapestry