What It Means To Make A Promise
by ianblackpoet
An ocean’s breadth between us;
The restless seas our enemy,
And history an anchor.
Common reason changes nothing,
Still my heart will sing for you
Or fall forever silent.
And when my bones are laid to rest,
Oblivious beneath the earth,
My love for you may yet move mountains.
And when my name is wreathed in shadow,
Faded from the mourning stone,
Even then my soul shall wait for you.
And I will keep my word.
Ian Stewart Black 
Lovely work!