I am walking in the tide and hoping the waves keep calm
Indeed, the waves speak the story of the sea
And of heartache and relief
the tides feel the tug of the moon
Relfecting my dreams
such is the sea
Deep in longing and blue hues
it’s music glimmers upon the rush of wind
Tasting of salt and bittersweet reveries
seaward eyes gazing upon the curve of the golden horizon
again, you draw poetry from this well
that is fed from a greater sea
Another deeper tide that rolls and pulls me into an abyss
the void black and vast
Blinding in allways
immersed in the mystery
Sacred silence yearning for a voice
midnight bubbles to the surface
Foaming and drifting to an endless shore
each pebble an untold story
Of graces scared kiss
of lover’s hearts
Broken and lain among specs of time
shattered light brushes against her skin
Her soles lost and looking to be found
the night shapes around her whisper
The silohette of ghost lost
evanescence of a thousand dreams
Seducing sleep
she feels the realm of darkness
Shroud her like a wool blanket in midsummer, heavy
she gathers her breath , as the mist draws her below the waves
Drowning within and without herself
her essence set free
Like the mist from rolling waves
under the sand, lay a thousand jewels
Torn from graces bracelet
