From bottomless depth, sunken old wreckage
of previous detatchment
anchors our love.
Abiding along tide-lines, clogged with norm
and slowly drifting
are oceans of life's mundane.
Seen from above they cling suffocating,
but 'neath surfy breakers lie spacious caverns
where love quietly hides.
Close relationships survive frothy dark squalls,
as when day's boat westward sinks
blissful dreams blow lively.
Night wind's warm, nectar feeds sweet passion,
which sating love's need,
nets even closer bonds.
So..........when we part we carry,
deeper than deep, love's secret hope
and wait for our future with patient heart.
If you have something so deep, that allows you to be patient, then all is well, or will be in the end. I like the depth in this write.