Ila

I speak to you with words of Forever, and Always; call to you, using splashes and dashes of light, pulsing beyond any common obscurity...but there is no code to my caring – beaming slip-less slides, and raging currents of timeless affection; I am the contrary boy boring holes in dikes – though we live at a sea, often confused and seemingly slammed by encroaching depths, but, yet, I remain buoyant – my sole focus on you – you, my only meaningful surface...you, my sextant and compass. My three quarter earth. All land. My sky. My Forever and Always. Happy Birthday!