These many months but spent in discontent,
Rolling by, ebbing, flooding back to shore.
My own tears shed in hot embarrassment,
His tears - unknown - pursuing other chores.

You, ocean, deep and dark as castle vault!
However pierced by man, yet calm as night.
Your waters - rising wilder - crush to port,
Your deepest soul, albeit, stays out of sight.

And yet my tears, stirred up, speak of that dark
Their quiet birth of my soul's deepest trench,
You, long lost: a deep sea creature's spark -
A flash of love - a craving ne'er to quench.

How did you get there, how you delved so deep?
I've put you there: to hide, to hold, to keep.