Our Passion An Estuary
My heart expands with each glance,
Vibrant and bursting, a vital flush
Powerful…raw…a strong flame glowing,
An eternal light warming me from within.
We connect in one heartbeat, your presence
A breath away, a thought so deep it bridges
The Lake, the deep expanse of the ocean
As potent - but not stronger - than us.
It is here, now, in this place,
This cavern of bliss, where we are joined
And exposed, our Souls united in a dance
As dark and sacred as any catacomb,
Where we can flow together in the quiet;
Soft underground waves stroke the shore,
Bringing us back again and again, our passion
An estuary for our faith, for our love
As it expands our hearts and fills us with wonder,
With vision, with potential burning fiercely
Within the flame as it glows steadily, filling the cavern
With light as we allow the waves to stroke us,
As we touch one another, our lips rich plutonian treasure
Nurturing in the depths of silence -
One breath, one sigh, and we pulse into being,
Interlaced fingers the covenant drawn in the flesh.
Dena L Moore
November 3, 2009
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One Day I Wrote Her Name
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain essay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," quoth I; "let baser things devise
To lie in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write you glorious name:
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."
Edmund Spenser
