The Depths of Your Soul

You have seen and touched the depths of my soul,
And yet -
I have barely skimmed the surface of yours.

I've heard it said that still waters run deep,
And cold -
Though their mysterious source may be warmed by the sun.

From alpine glaciers I watch you flow,
And ebb -
And hope that you soon join the tropical sea.

Where the warmth of the surface runs deep beneath,
But still -
The mighty currents of your soul remain unknown,

I shall swim in the delight of each passing wave,
Perhaps -
And someday learn the depths of your ocean.



Spontanously written by me...and unedited
Copyright by SunnySunset
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(Oh, how I love the sea! It is a theme that runs through the majority of my poetry)