Your face ripples throughout the days and caressed by the moonlight of the nights. You pleasure me with your gentle touch, and your warning cries of a starboard buoy placed far beyond my dreams. Its the image you leave like an imprint of perfection burned inside my soul. The warmness of inhabitable hopes glistening to the songs below, but I Keep listening to the low tide hoping to hear your breath. Always lurching on the bars of waves stretched across the vast sound of glory and grace. Each breaker’s damp white hem billowed by the rocks outlined in heavens imagination. Echoes your whispering voice saying my name, but never reaching far enough to splash your dreams upon my page of work. Cacophony of the oceans floor, a love song forever more.