oceanly

But your love’s oceanly.

I would not call it heavenly, 

because I have never been to heaven

Neither I think I’m the type of person who will end up there.

But I have seen an ocean

I have been to the river tops

Your love felt like the air just above the tides,

The one you breathe after failing at drowning

That one life saving breath.

 

Your love’s oceanly

Vast

Wide

Endless at the moment.

Purer than skies

Mysterious like fires

Summoning the clouds at its feet.

 

Your love’s oceanly

Hiding every jinxes

And curses

Giving me a frozen quicksand

And pious crystals

But I would not call it divine

I have never been to a paradise

Neither I think my wounds are shallow enough to walk me up there

But I have seen the waves and lagoons

Horizons in coastlines

Your love felt like winds and freedom

The only aliveness in this dead world

Only blues that’s not been blurred.

 

Your love’s oceanly.

And I would not call it skyly, 

because I have never been to the skies.

Neither I think I’m the type of person who will ever fly

But I have seen the stars from the shore,

From islands longing for home

And your love felt like moon in my hands

Over desolate blues

and abandoned wrecks

Your love felt like stars of the north

Andromeda and Vega,

guiding me home.