Sometimes only poetry can satisfy the soul.
Is it too late in love we life, whose striven longer or lust we crave
For wanton sharing of memories daze our minds for now or long lost days
Your beauty crests as sea to bow, from side to side as rhythm stays
And I must simply wait the tide for your return to mark my ways
And we are lost in transient weaves for sure of what we walk to cleaves
Of unknown shelter of content to what we wish for, lives unspent
For when all thoughts can vanish blind to wisdom of the ages kind
For lessons learned, so much to bear, ignite the flame, explode the flare
Our souls unite in flight to sky, the cosmic essence of our lives.