Silence hangs heavy, a storm in the air,
Our dreams, once entwined, now a tangled affair.
Your mountain beckons, a peak cold and stark,
While my ocean whispers, leaving its mark.

(Who said it would be easy, this weaving of souls?
Two rivers converging, losing their own goals?)

Your eyes, once a haven, now hold a fierce fire,
Burning with purpose, a relentless desire.
My heart, ever searching, seeks solace in tides,
In the rhythm of waves where my spirit confides.

(Who said it would be easy, this dance hand in hand?
When passions diverge, in a love-stricken land?)

The love, oh, it lingers, a warmth in the fight,
A whisper of laughter in the dead of the night.
We built on this love, a foundation so deep,
Can we bridge this divide, where our pathways now creep?

(Who said it would be easy, to weather the gale?
But love's tender flame, may yet weather the hail.)

Let's talk through the silence, with patience and grace,
Find common ground, in this love-stricken space.
For even the mountains rise from the sea,
And rivers all flow, to eventually be free.

(Who said it would be easy? But love's the reward,
A beautiful mess, stronger, beautifully flawed.)

© Dylan_Tom