Perhaps soon
we will go dancing again
over the turbulent waters
which have become our silent requiem
of splendid misgivings

Our precious feet
skimming amongst the placid clarity
allowing
for just the briefest of shared moments
our thoughts to intertwine
as one

Let the moon
guide your step
as you dive into the icy mist alone
for it knows which direction is proper,
it has been navigating the solemn winter Tides
back to their rightful place
for longer then love itself

We understand
the direction you must head
however when it is time to return
from your timely course
let the warm, glowing light
guide your drifting, hallowed soul
back, unharmed

You are like the mesmerizing waves
perfectly complacent,
the distant slapping as they brush the coast
deliciously being the mystical sounds
of perfection

Let them be your reminder
of what is waiting
when it is time
for the white heat of the celestial currant
to bring you back
where you belong

here.