How do I redirect adoration and devotion?
How do I cancel commitment and constance?
Will I be able to breathe when oxygen is denied?
Will I still feel the fire if the flame is extinguished?
Where will inspiration come from if not intensity of emotion?
I was never given the empowerment of this knowledge,
this kind of confidence is beyond my capabilities.
This emotional deliverance seems as improbable
as my turning off the sunrise or silencing the wind.
I lack the strength required to reverse the rain,
to move a mountain aside, to turn away the tides.
I possess no secrets of how to sequester the seasons.
What would become of the sky if denied the clouds?
What if the stars were stolen from the moon ...
would midnight still retain it's magic?
What if the tides were taken from the shore,
if the waves were denied their constance?
If the day was denied dawn, the night denied dusk ...
would time stand still, would the seasons still change?
Who holds these secrets, who is the keeper of the keys?
For what feels like forever, I have believed it was you ...
for so long now, you've been my axis, my gravitational pull.
All this time you've been the one who turned the calendar pages,
the one who promised the blue and the deliverance of the waves.
Only your voice could ever compete with their calming constance.
Not even the summer solstice captivated me as much as you in
perpetual motion, leaving me as awestruck as I was by the ocean.
No ... I don't begin to comprehend how to resist such brilliance,
nor do I understand how to exist without such promised presence.
I've no grasp beyond gratuity, no such securities of self preservation.
Like shooting stars and the sustaining rain ... I only know how to fall.
Yes ... I confess, I've fallen for the tides and all they told true ...
as well as for the vulnerability of your horizon's endless view.
This time I fell the farthest for the beauty of the ocean's blue ...
most of all, I took the fall for the brilliant blues hidden in the hues of you.
" ... And think not, that you can direct the course of love ...
if it finds you worthy ... it then directs your course."