I sequestered the quite near the mountain top
with much to pontificate in solitude.
Reflecting by a stream I felt my heart would pop.
Realizing my reflection was missing you.
Sun on snow melt erodes the selfish of one’s self
Believing beloved I’ll never be alone.
Following the stream alike my heart it seemed, the river, as you would engulf.
With passion propelling currents etching pebbles from stone.
Rivers’ banks rapidly became too ominous to overreach
Trudging further traversed from transgressions.
Forgiveness ill deserved for stealing your hearts desire to breach
Damned walls couldn’t bay loves purest confessions.
Fresh waters salt away as the ocean welcomed the bay to embody
Through loves journey, dear, we never did part.
For where an answer does end, a new question begins upwelling upon me.
If the soul is a sea, how does one navigate oceans of the heart?