Our love is like a tidal wave
crashing, churning
violent waves of uneasiness
Stormy agitated, silence
                                 in our hearts.

Like sand in my eyes
are the tears I shed
Words of love, walking
on fractured crystals
                              So alike, you and I.

Capricorns, straying off course
Innuendoes, out of character
and strips torn, from
precious memories
Wind swept dunes
once high with respect.

Oh this night I dream of
returning to the primrose path
with serene waters and warm sun
and our love maturing
with no turmoil and
                                aching hearts.

                            TeAnne 11 May 1997©