Turbulent Hearts

Their love was formed on stormy seas,
each crest obscuring what they saw
hiding what the other felt
leaving misinterpretations and tragedies...

They kept reaching over every wave
endured the depths in between
rising to white-tipped, moonlit heights
to be pummeled down to the bottom again...

It would have been easy to just give in
to the crashing, thunderous, intervening sea
conspiring to keep them forever apart
and succumb to the quiet calm beneath...

Instead they fought, as in glorious life
struggling to reach the other’s heart
as if a passing god would find at last
a worthy cause and lend a hand...

Or as if a wide-eyed storyteller
were scribbling furiously with his pen
capturing their efforts, though futile, vain
as if he could script them together again...

Or as if some reader, caught, enthralled
could see their love through the terrible squall
and by hoping, wishing, by sheer will
could calm the sky, the storm, to still
and land the tossed hearts evermore
on a distant, peaceful paradise shore
the sea and sand lapping them
where they’d never part again.