There are moments when the world seeps through,
Takes over my mind and claws at the glass walls of my heart
To take you from me.
There are rivers of the world’s blood that flood me,
That would carry you far away from my dreams
That would drench me in their memories of loves gone wrong.
There are days when the voices of the world
Mingle with yours, become yours, would be mine
To scream, to convince me we must not be…
And yet…
There are fires on your oily seas, my dear,
Aching to be quenched, to be put out;
And my soul-water’s tears and waves do nothing but spark and fan your flames….
There are nights and morns when you slip into me, viscerally
More than a thought, more than a dream,
Whispering unspoken words into the depths of me…
And I remember moments with you-and-me
When you would rest the everything in you with me,
When I would rest the everything in me with you…
And we were.
And it happened
Undeniably.
Oceans of Mine 