How we become oceans and starlight

by Michael Macklin

The way rain slowly erodes stone
by washing and caressing its faces,
my hope is that time moves over us
polishing our hearts until what remains
is this love compressed by blue years
of pent up desire into the facets of a shining
jewel that remains to light the ever hopeful
world though our spirits may have moved
farther downstream than we imagined possible.