The vast sea swells
as it swallows dark currents.
Rivers flow to scribe the windy day.
Their script epitomizes deep solitude.
My heart aches with the tome.
A wind cradles the sea.
I love movement as I love darkness.
Though love is the song of freedom,
I cannot free myself of love.
Motions glorious and unseen dwell within me,
yet nothing is sought but love.