You the Storm and He the Sea

A Poem by songstress

This was written with thoughts which regard love. Every time I think about it, my mind pulls up the image of a waltz being performed. Both parties are needed to commit to creating a beauty.

Raindrops fall
and violet ripples form,
embracing and
encompassing
his malleable body…
yet,
he's not here to play, but grieve.

Nonetheless,
He lingers...
awaiting the day
that He no longer
is pushed
by the typhoon that is
your
delight, desire, and delusion.
So, come and kiss
these temperate tides goodbye.
For
He's done letting these
tempests
bewilder and ensnare
Him
in simple follies.

Now,
waiting beyond the silver gale,
the storm does not reach.
And He waits pitifully
like a broken wave
seeking the next surge,
the next charge...

Still,
you blow by with
a baleful smile,
and He continues
to rise.
Begging, yearning, and holding,
the cold yet elegant you
is impossible.
You are the coy tempest,
and he the prideful wave.

Thus, the folly continues.
The water flows impeccably,
while it increasingly loses
power
to part intangible breezes.

Moreover,
the fickleness that
is air
begins to fade.
And with it,
the romance that is…
or was
melds into the background.

Finally, he crashes
in vain
to catch the vapid tempest.
Then she shrieks
loudly,
and agonizingly,
as her
own glittery
armor fades…

All she can give
are gentle raindrops
and a caress in the
form of ripples.
Nevertheless,
he accepts it
as a
declaration of love.

"I love you,"
beats the water…
"I love you," whispers the wind…
Yet, love remains eternal
and true.
For emotion can never
be
truly oppressed
with games or
silence.

© 2014 songstress

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Shirlena

Now I can breathe. This poem reads like a romantic Novella and I almost lost consciousness from inhaling without letting go until the end. Needless to say this was...breathtaking songstress, living up to your moniker.