The presence of her love
seems to come and go in waves.
Eloquently spoken,
this omen takes its shape.
In full bloom like a full moon it looms
then without a word,
none spoken, none heard-
it always dissipates.

The rains and change in season,
could very well be the reason,
because she's always chosen to see.
She's one of Mother Nature's children
a creature of growth she will inevitably be.

Lunar pull abide,
we'd drive for hours just to find
the darkest places to lay outside.
Speaking open mind,
watching the starry sky,
until the Sun would rise.

Still, she has her rising tides-
for our love grew far and wide.
Random nights from out of sight,
she comes to me to hide.
My arms forever open
and in me she still confides.