The pangs of love

Take time to articulate

(Perhaps by now

They have spoken too late…)

 

Like a kite

I let you sail towards

An unknown destination;

 

A bottled message of love

Washed upon the shore

Of some foreign nation

 

But somehow

You found a way back

As if you knew

I was already here waiting

 

For the slow and steady tide

That abates with your sigh

Until you are ready to fly

Upon its wings of love again.