Waters of Life

I love the waters of life.

When in a relationship, it seems that’s all that exists.
Endless tossing and turning
throughout nights and days,
filled with no way to quicken the pace of exploration.
No patience for resolution is a thing long forgotten.
Ironic, for the scene presented
is the lesson the sea supposedly teaches.

I love the waters of life.

I was taught with its crashing down upon me
the trueness of my liaison’s mystery:
experience is for me.
Disguised beneath the shallowness of the oceans
was my affectionate mentality.
The opportunity of intimacy brought to my eyes insight
of your insatiability:
you were not meant for me.
Our anchor was heaved overboard so abruptly,
our relationship jerked and threw you out to the deep.
Regret faded into the water as the sun
and these waters, though separated,
still remain as one.

I love the waters of life...
for these waters unite.