Oceans of Peace

We found a giant shell once,
Of a coconut hollowed out.
So we dragged it to the water
And pushed off in it together.
We smiled,
Lay back,
Legs entwined,
In that little brown bowl upon the sea
And if we bothered to look out,
Which we did,
Though not too often,
We'd see a blue expanse of peace
Reaching the horizon
And flowing on beyond it,
Stretching from Mystery Isle,
Unto the Cliffs of Longing,
And down past the Dreaded Gulf of Fearfulness,
Right till the Cape of Abundant Hope,
And past, on, to the Straits of Stability,
Which joins the Ocean of Deep, Transcendent Love
To the Sea of Ignited Passion.
And so, our gaze would drift along,
Flying upon the breeze,
And swimming with the tides so strong,
Cross the seven seas -
One, each, for a day,
That marks the passing week,
One, each, for a way,
In which our joy we'd seek:

Sunday's peaceful slumber
In your arms so warm and loving,
A home formed deep within us,
Two hearts together, beating.
Monday's holding back,
Because we know, somehow,
Within you and within me,
That the week will catch us up,
Buoyed upon its breakers,
Thrust together we'll be.
Then Tuesday will come
And, our strength worn thin,
Eyes locked
In heartfelt conversation -
To longing
We'll surrender
And to love
And one another.
Wednesday'll come and we'll go,
Lost in each others' swoon,
The oceans heaving and sighing,
As we pass the brightened moon.
Thursday will come and we'll try,
A battle never won -
To pull back and swim against
The currents' egging on.
But again we'll fail,
No matter how we try,
And be swept along like seaweed
Towards the eastern sky.
Friday will dawn
And we'll smile our
Smile of happy lovers, lost
In the glow of who they are.
By Saturday, our love
Will need its own expression
In energetic release
Of more than conversation
And, like a thunderous
Wild, mad storm,
We'll rock this makeshift dinghy
And be drifting along - Suspended,
Hanging, in the air -
Floating, almost
Upon the love we've shared.