By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
An ocean tumbles through dreams of you. In depths unknown, I float above.
Oh, how I long to dive beneath your surface, yet I am timid in matters of love.
If brave, I’d have shown you the whole of my gushing heart, no less than tides of bliss.
Searching your eyes, I want for treasures lost on the ocean’s floor.
The sun, like a gold coin, drops, splashing this face of regret.
I blush in secret thoughts of you and turn away from the endless shore.
A swoop from seagulls catches the light of your smile and breaks the hush of late sky.
My lonely shore may flood, a wish to bathe in the caress of you granted.
I shall break from fear, to brave a rolling river between us.
Down current, I’ll swim until I reach your ocean of sparkling blues.
I would drown in the waves of your uncharted waters.
Glorious would be death in the caress of you, your uncharted waters.