The Preservation Of My Life

The ascendance and permission to live again.

     When she is away I am adrift

Chained to the whims of the drifting seas
     The slow lift and constant coming fall of the waves

Chains of void, emptiness felt and understood
     Imperiled by unfathomed depths, unpierced by light

Surrounded by unending ocean, tethered to my solemnity
     Promethean existence in an aquatic hell

Forced to tread water, eternally and unrewarded
     Yet, in my darkness a light

But how, my boulder has not yet reached its peak?
     For what do I deserve this reprieve?

Have I passed? Have I perished?
     What, then, is keeping me afloat?

Eyes, of which contain my universe, affix my gaze
     Still, no harness about my chest to provide this buoyant respite

But here, my life before me, whose love is my preservation
     Gaze, unbroken and deep, is our connection

Whose presence is my salvation