Has broken mine heart again.
Moments of love find me too often but seldom stay long enough to be accounted for.
They float in & out of my life as ambiguously swift and obscurely as the rise and fall of a waves' crest,
morphing back into the solid body of water of their origins, leaving me in search of its whereabouts.
The moments in which it appears and disappears is as unknown as my falling to sleep.
Lifting me up and bringing me down so often so that I become unaware of a normalcy other than this seasickness.
Constant is its churning in my heart, constant is the salt in my teary eyes.
But its boundlessness gives me a freedom and hope that other waves will lift me and one will ground me to the shore,
one
day.
