This Ocean

I tried to make you see
With my eyes.
To focus on my shape
In the dark.

For a second you found me
Hiding out,
Between lines of rhyme
Set in print.

You came so close to me
In that moment.
I could almost reach out
To touch you.

You shared my feelings,
My inner thoughts,
Those private places,
Other faces.

But where once flowed a stream
This ocean grew.
We were swept apart
Far and wide.

Now you live on a shore
Far away.
Across a deep blue sea
Forgetting me.

I donít know how to reach you.
Should I set sail?
Or do you wish me
To stay away.

I donít want to avoid you
If I must,
But this atmosphere alas
Upsets me much.

Did I do something wrong
Showing myself?
Should I have been more discreet,
Stayed a secret?

You turned past my cover,
Read between lines.
Through all the chapters
To the final page.


How did we arrive here?
This frozen space.
Can we find a way across
This ocean?

How did we arrive here?
This frozen space.
Can we find a way across
This ocean?

Of this ocean that has grown
Between you and I,
It will flood our thought
Until we talk.


 
Written: May 1995
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001