We both drink from this sea of Blue.
You live downstream, but I am upstream.
night after night I dream—
of you.
I see the stream,
but you’re far from view.
Will the moon above cease to glow?
Will my yearning cease to flow?
One day our twin hearts
will merge,
waiting, not in vain,
for tides to surge.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 166/365.
Inspired by poetry of Li Zhi Yi.
Desert Dweller 