Dustin Pickering writes

Motions

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.
--Alan Minshull