Comes in waves of energy,
will yours be a lifetime
riding on one crest
or like a surfer
will you move on
looking for the next?

Is it on one Ocean
that each ride will take its form?
How strange it’s at its edges
and not of its depth is born
the passion you are riding
from warming dawn to dusk
leaving you both empty and forlorn
when night time calls your bluff.

And then perhaps you may be lucky
to find a deeper depth.
If you can keep on riding
from the chilling dusk to dawn
without tasting the darkness
of the empty waves of loneliness
which rise and thunder silently
on the shores of sleepless nights
without the wanted storm.

David Taylor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passion-and-loneliness/