Much passes between us
Or does it pass?
I find myself unwinding
Each new story about how you feel
Reminding
You're more than I could ever know
Each look
Every touch
A tiny messenger bottle
In an ocean sometimes pacific
A universe of life
Of depth
Your eyes seem to tell me everything
But it's a trick of the light
An Atlantic sunrise that pretends
To tell the whole story
Of shipwrecks past
Fishes present
And squalls future
But the castaways
The puffins
And storms
The violence
And love
Are not represented
Not even hinted
By the sun's peek-a-boo
The best I might surmise
As I gaze into those eyes
Is that the teeming life beneath
May appear at the surface
From time to time spouting
Or jumping
Often brushing the hull
As I sail with you
Through waters only partly known
To either me or you.
Roman Ryan 