By The Ocean Of You

I could not see tomorrow without the view of the sunrise reflecting off of your eyes, If somewhere far off the coast, The waves echoed soundlessly. I'd imagine your voice filling the gap in the times you were most happy. This deep feeling that something was truly missing when on the surface everything appeared fine. To what response do I owe the hands that created us to be, What would happen if indeed the waves went without sound. I dare not think, regardless of their loss of sleep. The wanting of something deeper, the needing of something that fills the depth of eyes that long for tomorrow. The three dimensional sphere that revolves around your very thought. This faith that if the waves should ever stop, that you would be there to lull me to sleep, Not just with your beautiful voice, but the patter of your heart against my ear, The innermost faith that reacts without a single thought, The extension of God's love living and breathing through every move, every thought that you have. The very beginning of each and every thought I have of you Without cease or end