Today I watched over the fjord
counting the years
since I fell into the ocean of your loving.
Captivated, as the water
in fathoms immeasurable,
between sculpted cliff and boulder,
leaning shoulder to shoulder,
like the hours and days passing.
Keepers of memory and time,
these ancient guides,
scribe in watermarks indelibly in their sides.
Adrift I glide free, vulnerable.
Buffeted by wind and fierce lunar tide
like the crevices of loose scree
that tumble and fall in random play
coming to rest as they lay
held by one,
balanced by the other.
Light dances reflecting the radiance in your eyes,
illuminating depths that sway to the longing of the moon,
as eternal and mysterious
as my love for you.