Infinite and blue
glimmering under sun or moon
her love is an ocean.
Storms rage in the distant
past
frothing crests and deep troughs
undulating ripples
today.
Like a rock on the Shore
her steady flow eroded
My edges into a fine sand.
Grateful of the storms,
now I shine in the sun
and admire her reflection
In the moonlight.
The Bird's Song 