I Think of her
Every time i turn, it's the ocean i face, unfathomable yet beautiful.
Walking towards the burnt spectre of my past, i think of her,
Among those unspoken words, is somewhere my love,
Along the ridges of all my rage are her sweet unfinished sentences,
Raining through the clouds of impossibles are all her thoughts of happiness,
Shining bright from miles, are all her emotional faces,
My dark shadows became sunlit reflections again, all for her nervous gazes,
Nights , days ...days, nights ..all but fractions of that smile of heavens.
Within all my secrets came her talks rampaging the world i created,
Shattering all my doubts of destiny and self beliefs,
Mending the pieces i was supposed to pick up alone.
How should i say how much she means? ..everything.
sometimes it still confuses me what it really is...
And in that moment when i turn,
When i turn is how it all begins..again and again,
I turn and its the ocean i face, unfathomable yet beautiful...
An ocean of love.