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
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.
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.