Oarsman and the sea

I row my boat
before each dawn
to see your face
as the day breaks
upon the waves
that flow from you
some sober,
some rough
along the tides
that drench my soul
soaking in those
deep lovely eyes
that beset my boat
till am on your waves
feeling the mystery
creatures that spring
from your depths

I row my boat
each day, endlessly
feeling your moods
one wave after another
holding tightly
on to my oars
as the swift flow
tries to take
these away from me
across the limitless
expanse of yours
from one horizon
to another horizon
with rainbows galore

I row my boat
under your hairs
cool breeze shade
each dusk
back to ground
with your waves
barely reaching me
this time is difficult
for you are not there
and in this darkness
I don't have
your light
to keep me going

I row my boat
away from this
dry ground
where your expanse
ends, abruptly
and roar of your
waves is stopped
I row again
towards the center
of your expanse
towards my universe
where life beacons
me my love

I row my boat
and loose my oars
to be there
with you for ever
at mercy of your
swinging moods
tides, high and low
and deep blue
limitless expanse
that waits for me
with open arms
ready to embrace
me like each day
before this
and each day
thereafter