Tides of You

Your love is the tide that calls me home,
a whispered pull beneath the foam.
The sea-salt air, the rolling deep,
cradles my heart where secrets sleep.

Moonlight spills on waves of blue,
each silver gleam a path to you.
The stars above, the currents below,
sing of a bond the waters know.

Your voice is the hush of a gentle swell,
a song the ocean knows too well.
It steadies my soul, both fierce and true--
I am the shore, and I wait for you.

In every storm, in calm, in crest,
my spirit drifts where I am blessed:
to sail forever, wide and free,
anchored in love's eternal sea.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Halitus, in the year 377 AM.