Border Wars

At the dateline between land and sea,
I held the hand of what i could not keep.
Oceans in watery eyes and stormy skies;
I told you what you mean to me,
leaving windy words to pile in a heap.

Constant and hidden as the ocean floor,
My spirit yearns to wash in your waves.
Precipitous decisions form the incisions;
foot prints stitching a heart wanting more;
a heart of trinkets in underwater caves.

Its is only by will equal in ancient wrath,
that my chest still remains above water.
For tempest desires of opposite fires
have long since craved a different path,
a path that keeps my heart burning hotter.