…they are the ocean in which I swim

A beautiful suffering, the bright moon is rising
your eyes, your eyes, they are the ocean in which I swim
and on which my soul, my soul is ever adrift
you sustain me while gentle rain soaks the earth
while roses bloom day after day
where the breeze sighs and the grasses whisper
though spring wounds are often deep
there follows the heat and endless days of summer
there is always the fall
and though I know that another winter will come
although the stream empties into the sea
there is you, always you, and you
you are all I’ve ever known
© Ann Bagnall
2013