Storm of Love

Storm of Love
In howling storm,
you are alive, waiting for me.

Here, now!

I see you!
Waves surge,
break over your rocks.
stream over you.

Here, now!

On sea cliffs in wet black rags,
a thin lone girl clinging,
sea streaming o’er
silver etched rocks,
crying for all to see.

Here, now, uncovered,
I long to touch…

Seascape

Once,

In this seascape of cliffs, I tried to reach her
And lost both her and nearly myself in the spray.
I thought to take her to the dunes and give her my warmth-
Though she cares as little as the dark lichen.
Now,
I wait,
On the cliffs,
Clothed in yellow and gold,
Till she comes.
Ah, Golden Light.