Stormy Love

Without words without a definite shape but dreadful and transforming they twist together whirlwind and ocean a throng of voices running into one another, dark, incomprehensible. Do two boats cling together? Or, drifted apart, drifted apart from each other do they stay lost, settled in the depths? The oars twist into the waves the wakes, white brine are invisible vanished like the sorrows of needless separations behind invisible, vanished. I search for you rowing weeping I say your name with all my heart my stormy love...