Across the
roving sea
implacable
today, under
waxing
moon.
Beneath the
mist of time
where only
‘now’ exists.
With this
heart that
still forgets
your smiling
eyes, your
smell from
sleep:
beyond all
of these;
insatiable
questions
ineffable
replies
I long
for sleep
to unite
us.
Victoria Mosley 