aeon

aeons can not span
the distance put forth
by bridled love
nor the scores of miles
a ravenous heart
knows when separated
from another

hushed
has the ocean been
for it is missing
those footprints of hers
and no longer does it want to
crash it's waves upon the sand
it says,
there is no use,
if she is absent

cheltee2tan
your metaphorical excellence captures elements of the heart in ways that radiate them off the page...you are a master of words and all that exists beyond them.

Alison Cassidy
This is rather lovely, Wade. The limitless breadth of desire spread like a sea upon the page. Such a wistful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥