For many years
your love
was an ocean:
pacific,
glorious.
Your dreams
flowed around you like fish,
swirling with life
joy
terror
and companionship.
The storms came
upon tropic seas
but
blue waves
rocked you
back to
comfortable
complacency.
Firey red
tropical nights
bathed you in
beauty.
.
All was well
on the surface.
.
Beneath
the waves
lava
bubbled.
You didn’t understand
when steam
purcolated
on schedule
releasing the stress
beneath the surface
that the day
was coming when it’d
erupt in
turbulent
broil and
form a solitary island
with a different
perspective on
the ocean.
.
Love
is still
a vast ocean.
Possibility
spreads upon a
limitless horizon.
Climb into your boat:
go fish.
There are many
dreams swirling
in the ocean.
Shawn L. Bird 
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Fantastic imagery 🙂
Thank you
truly beautiful!
Thank you very much
wow! Love it!
I’m glad
Just beautiful!
Thanks
Very becoming of such a beautiful place in the world. I have been there 4 times – it is precious;)
I have never been myself, but the subject of the poem was a frequent visitor.
Beautiful poem. Languid, evocative.
Languid. Awesome word. Thanks!
I love Hawaii and I love this piece!
Thank you!