As They Come

How deep of an ocean is it?

How many waves will have to fold? 

Recollecting a sea of words 

that existed between us.

Hoping to find 

the depth of it all

and reach 

the

bottom.

Just so I can say,

yes,

there is an end. 

Looking over the horizon,

taking in the waves 

as 

they 

come.

Knowing nothing 

can stop them.

There lies an answer longed.

Out there,

behind the folds, 

in between the blurs.

When it was time, 

its endlessness revealed.

Infinite,

unable to count,

no words to transcend.

The only thing to do

when nothing seems 

good enough,

is to trust

and let it 

sink 

in.