A Drop In The Ocean Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

A drop of me in the ocean of you,
I drowned in the summer of eighty-four.
In the rose of pink and the sky of blue,
I opened myself as you closed the door.

I dared to dance on the edge of your name
and struck my heels against the setting sun
as the stem of innocence burst in flame
and two hearts for a moment beat as one.

I caressed the curve of your dimpled smile
and attentively gazed into your eyes
so still in the moment, so breathless, while
my heart was suffused with euphoric sighs.

There was blood in the sky and Purple Rain
and sad doves crying who suffered with ease
whose tear-stained wings were uplifted in vain
beneath the shadow of tenebrous trees.

The fireflies flickered, and we watched their light.
They numbered the pages of poetry.
I flowered beside you the palest white
never knowing you were a part of me.

After all these years, I am haunted still,
haunted by sweet, suffering devotion.
Though I wish it, I do not have the will
to be more than a drop in your ocean.