Loch and Quay

Kris decided to actually try some poetry the other night. The original title of this one was "lock and key" and it was supposed to be about forbidden/bidden (heh) love.



Loch and Quay (pronounced "Lock and Key")

Metaphors should not be able to contain
Heartbeats’ thunder, lovelorn rain,
But in what other manner can I confess
My desire to by your side digress

Into the lightning ripples of your eyes,
That dance from the lochs up to the moon—

Into the eternal darkness of your eyes,
That calms the quays, makes tempests swoon—

Is it fair for me to state
That not prose nor poetry will suffice
When I commend my thoughts to you
My dark and my eternal light?

Thoughts?