From bottomless depth, sunken old wreckage
of previous attachment
anchors new love.
Floating above tide-lines in strangling drifts
is an ocean of mundane's
well-handled fronds.
Seen from the surface dull breakers suffocate,
but beneath lies space
where excitement hides.
Close friendships survive the hardest of squalls
as when day's boat sinks, dark's
dreams swim with relief.
Night wind's fond nectar feeds passionate need,
waves of normality are drowned
as nets haul in a closer bond.
When dawn parts lovers they carry caught hope
deeper than deep, and wait more
willingly with taught patience.
Fay I missed your words...been spending more time painting these days....wonderful picture and play with words here...then I expect no less from you :O)