Another sonnet: "when the Earth moves"

When the Earth moves

She sees me as I am, and as I hope
to be for her — enthralled, extended and
in special state — this reason to elope
is when two lives accede to life's demand,
the combination of a fervency
akin to passion in the broader brand
of love, creating seismic urgency
in a receding world as waves expand
and flow in convoluted forms, some spiked
and sharp, or in sonorous rolls, a grand
event of incoherency — the striked
tremendousness of nature breaks my band
and forms enduring bonds in distant lands
that rise above what once were coastal sands.