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 watermarks indelibly in their sides.

Adrift I glide free.

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.

2016