Journeys

Why does my road have to lead somewhere?
He can circle himself for time immemorial...
Why has there to be answers for stolen glances?
The question that brings out her smile; ethereal.

Why should the evening not be monotonous?
For longing sews hopes in innocent desires...
Where shall the lover set his eyes if not on reflection?
For his love is imagery;  a painter's enigma.

Why shouldn't the ship sink in the calm sea?
His fights, existence, surrender are the waves
And how can a smiling heart know of another?
Smiles surf on waves, yet in her deeper chambers!