a love poem

Watching waves

cross the face of the sea

rhythmic rise and fall,

as beneath an airy canopy , water
caresses land.

Of all the thoughts it gently brings

none so pleasing as the way to say 

your name: rising and falling across my lips;

like the power of tides to stir deep waters.

Yet, the greatest of these

are in infant scale to the tiniest part

of vast seas of time; and yes, like  tides  

waves of vagrant and purposeless light,

traveled on-and-on.

They cross the wandered path

of this momentary existence,

transformed by you...

into a place

of boundless love