The Ache of an Ocean

I was running through the poppy fields,
Knee deep in the night,
In one hand a blossom unbidden,
In another a budding delight.

I saw you; as a silhouette
Surfing the age old veins
Of oak trees, firm in the wind,
And you turned,
Wary to be found pairing my game,
Breaking in the void,
The murmur of my name.

Shame was mine, and the sense
Of a river spilling free,
Through stones and piers afire;
My primrose path to the sea,
And you of gentle frame,
Of manner and mien of a muse,
You stayed the length of way,
To take my vestal dues.

Copper claimed ivory,
Moonlight on mountain bare,
Stars tracing ecstacy
Through hyacinth flavoured hair,
And I felt you through time
Wrap your limbs of warm steel,
Round velvet walls forbidden,
Which my shores shall always feel.

For neath your weight of encasing arms,
I flowered, in unceasing dawn,
A six winged Seraphim
Never truly drawn;
Before your waves met mine
In a tempest we never did foresee,
Ending with my eyes, upon your form,
And my song that set it free.