XIX

True, sure, and deep, you are everything to me.
At first you were a rock amidst the storm,
With grace we meet the calm and raging sea.

Through every ebb and flow of mine you meet,
Unmoved by tides; your ballast keeps its form.
True, sure, and deep, you are everything to me.

Then a sailor, trusting dark intensity.
Guided by stars, a helmsman travel-worn,
With grace we meet the calm and raging sea.

Zeal for a cause, whatever the cost may be,
perhaps at times a captain, scarred and torn.
True, sure, and deep, you are everything to me.

Then a hull with cargo safe in mystery,
became a ship, with ribs shelter-sworn.
With grace we meet the calm and raging sea.

Until I felt your pull where bodies meet,
and currents merge, their yielding course transformed.
True, sure, and deep, you are everything to me.
With grace we meet the calm and raging sea.