Dreams— The Storm

[Ruby Blue]

The Storm.
Surrender, surrender, surrender all; The voice of the wind, the waves, the mighty voice of thunder making the light split the sky with a sword. The best of the wind washing in thick lapping torrents whip as cotton sheets spread to fold over or straighten. Surrender surrender surrender ALL. The depth above as the depth below. Floating between the unseen. I surrender all. I am, I am, I am...so...small.
To: Long Lost Dreams of my past Lovers,
You float on a calm dark night with white sails surrendered to the moon. A ghost ship of lost memories and hopes and dreams turned to foam. The wind is stirring and the waves knocking and clacking at the side of the boat, gently rocking, a lullaby. Half asleep. Looking up restless—every star in the sky shines as pinpricks punctured/sewn out of the fabric of time—thin veils of clouds swoon and moan; weak and tired widowed memories, webbed across the black night. A thousand times a thousand times more — I’ve sailed the seas and lost the war. Loves eternal echo calling back to me and you, ‘ love never fails’
I love you forever, until the end of time.