Falling into your words,
into the strings of my quiet heart
emotional reactions to moves upon a chess board,
your voice still criss- crossing through the waves of an icelandic sea.
Absent of logic,
play themselves out
games played on an emotional scale
a boat sailing through an ocean of your words;
falling into sun-lit waves.
Memories crash upon a storm laden sea
your eyes wandering through mine
a midnight sky.
The present covers your footsteps
and I sink into
the poetry of your silence.
It was a choice,
flyng upon the steps in the game;
a boat still wavering upon the sea.
a question of an echo.