Oceans and yours

In the pines of the forest, the wind
disentangles its self, the moon glows like
passion in the vagrant waters, touched by
all that love is i run toward you, and i prey
that you your self will run toward me, while on my lonely couch i lie seldom feeling as one, still as the depths of the ocean lies my heart hoping you pick it up,as i wade toward yours and you onto mine, i feal the joyness as the waves caressing upon the open ocean.