“I Love You” Is Such a Gross Approximation

“I love you”
Is such a gross approximation
of the tender
overwhelming bliss
which caresses my heart and whispers
Ahhhhhhhh.

My fingers have been reaching out
through time and space
fumbling for your grasp;
I’ve been standing on top
of my solitary
lighthouse
for eternity,
sending songs and dripping honeyed messages out
into a still and silent
sea,
the scent of brine tickles
my nose, the full moon ripples
and dances on black waves,
blue and white feathers ruffle
in the soft silent breeze.

Calling you home to my
arms,
calling the tribe to
gather, together
tiny ships bob in the silver shimmering
water,
sacred sailors wander through dreams that
yearn
for a long forgotten port called
Home.

Come join me in song,
beloved,
and wake the sleepers, so that
they might direct their oars
Here.
We all rise up in song,
as the waves rise and crash
on the shore,
and candles are lit
on the bows of
a sea
of tiny boats.