For Lovers
Let me bathe in the ocean of your tenderness,
As I cast off my doubts into the depths,
Caress with waves pulled by lunar emotion,
Dreamed up in some sunlit memory,
As I melt in the reflected colours behind,
The deepest hues of your transfixed eyes,
Capture my falling spirit in nourishing arms,
Content in the balancing as counterweight,
To the missing pieces plucked like fishes,
In long harboured shipwrecks,
Make peace with the presence of me,
Solid life within well kept tranquility,
Open gated gardens await the story,
To prop the confident sunflowers,
Let us be medicine to the winter time,
And a blessing to the long days.
Rowan Blair Colver
Let me bathe in the ocean of your tenderness,
As I cast off my doubts into the depths,
Caress with waves pulled by lunar emotion,
Dreamed up in some sunlit memory,
As I melt in the reflected colours behind,
The deepest hues of your transfixed eyes,
Capture my falling spirit in nourishing arms,
Content in the balancing as counterweight,
To the missing pieces plucked like fishes,
In long harboured shipwrecks,
Make peace with the presence of me,
Solid life within well kept tranquility,
Open gated gardens await the story,
To prop the confident sunflowers,
Let us be medicine to the winter time,
And a blessing to the long days.
Rowan Blair Colver
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