Love Poem: Sea of Amoress
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Written by: Jude Herrick

Sea of Amoress

Love has us immeresed,
in an endless fathom.
Like tears that fall to the sea.
A symbol of loves' fleeting-
Phantom- 
bemused unto the deep.

Our understanding, 
a shifting current,
carrying us to some far shore-
Between summit and sands,
of the Isle of Man.
Waves of Azurine-
we have yet to explore.

The untamed in tamed land,
its alluring bests us, 
conjuring within us, a stirring.
Between its frollicking bliss,
and an undercurrent of insidiousness, 
but also of something enduring.
We are drawn to have it lead, 
us, ensuring a reassuring to us.

As it tethers us together-
Love's Banshee-melody, 
it rings like a call to prayer.
Keeping in tune with our heart's- rhapsody, 
sung in midnite blue in an unknown
harmonic scale-
We become subdued in Love's shofar-against singularity, Jericho- walls. 
The crumbling sense of only self
Falls.
Our defenses unable to stand,
our gates ajar---
when'st the beckoning hand
compasses us magnetically- 
bejeweled in the joining of-true North and it's Star.
Cartography plotting in the dark 
by flame or of infatuation's spark.

Love is a mesmeric pool, 
one that carries-
a ship of fools to it's eddy.
Pulling us under it's sphere of influence.
Paying the toll bridge toll.
Subdued by the lull-the pulling of signs.
rolling s.o.s. red tide.
Fusion's Muse courts with time,
with Braille of the heart in mine, entertained.
The by and by, by silver linings and 
silver tongue-speaking  
over crystal skulls, frequencies
aligned.

As a beacon for direction,
the path within all Life, 
buoy pole satellite positioning 
at its unknown discretion.

A Madame- matchmaker-undertaker, 
of odd jobs, agent-
moon, moonlighting for two.

Though, we are jaded in our own fear.
The fear of being shattered, irrevocably,
to where there just may be no recovery.
As our hope is of finding our longing in the 
Voyage of self discovery.
Strangers in a strange land-
adrift afar.
Love may be to us a shining facet-
of private
-treasures plundered.
Its dark depths drowning us,
as it connects to us, 
through our dreams of islands of thunder.
The shining force within our Spirits.
A Spectre taking on form, 
beckoned by Creation, for us all to see, 
each-mirrored-fragmented-part, back, shone.
Sail.
Flag.
Wheel.
Lifeboat that carries hearts.
In the storm.
in the journey to partake forever.
In the Maelstrom of Souls,
God's Propeller.