Storming the Void
Two vessels, clinging.
Entangled lines, long bows
All a testament to the craft
Ardor for sailing quells all loves.
A pair of peonies, pink in hue.
Petals feathered, kneeling to meet
Quivering with the wisps of a cool breeze
Healer to the gods, everlasting life.
Stitches in a quilt, double in number.
Flush in form, symmetrical in execution
Tints married, interwoven, forever linked
Speechless expression betters voices.
Two lovers, fingers intertwined
Knots of bone, smooth as seaglass
A ring guaranteeing nothing, promising everything
Hope exists without a safety net.
Love storms the void.