Shawn L. Bird

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.