The tide runs swift in swirls around my feet
While terns and gulls weave circles overhead,
The smell of salt in breath where lovers meet
—Aside the deep, ‘I love you now,’ he said.
In wind the ear will strain to hear these words,
And passed that line between the sky and sea
Into the dark of night, the future blurs:
You cannot know what love is meant to be.
And so, we reel upon the shifting sands,
Unsure the path that wends a truest way,
Entrusting love the harshest gale withstands
When waves crash in along the storm-lashed bay.
Who casts a net to snare another’s heart,
Must understand the knotted cords could part.
By Data © Oct. 2018