Fjord Musings

Today I watched over the fjord

counting the years

since I fell into the ocean of your loving.

Captivated, as the water

in fathoms immeasurable,

between sculpted cliff and boulder

leaning shoulder to shoulder,

like the hours and days passing.

Keepers of memory and time

these ancient guides

scribe in the watermarks

indelibly etched in their sides.

Adrift I glide

free, vulnerable

buffeted by wind and fierce lunar tide.

Like the crevices of scree

that tumble and fall in random play

coming to rest as they lay

held by one,

balanced by the other.

Light dances

reflecting the radiance in your eyes,

illuminating depths that sway to the longing of the moon,

as eternal and mysterious

as my love for you.




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