waves

love words if you will,
drink the music of poetry
revel in the poet

but know that you are loving yourself
as we see our reflection in this world

the real poem exists in
the living inspired by
these words

the real poem is
alive in your
living

for as much love
as exists between us
we are simply distracted
by the ever moving oceans of our
souls as we
swell and crest on this
oceanic planet

let us remember the shapes
of these moments and let go
as we eventually,
gracefully, reach the shore and
splash on to the face of
the great mystery