My heart, tossed by memories of love.
Faltering on a motionless sea as a lost dove.
Everything looks for you, and you are no more.
looks for another and she does not appear.
Colors on an open ocean so lonely, yet somewhat soothing.
Wonderful words to comfort, but,intimate ones are silenced.
Lovers do better with lovers, even if they are strong alone.
Time runs a circle and I adapt to its curves.
I am stronger then ever before yet weaker.
There is a paradox of love within my soul.
Hope slowly rise on the horizon.
As I fall forward I see love's light house.
Blinking in the distance through times obscurity.
I see the figure of a women shadowing the distant light.
Copyright Rhea Crosley 07/22/2008